This is just a special story that I dedicate to a lost love or infatuation. It is very short, but it does claim a spot in my heart. Though not quite as big as it used to be, it is still there. You don't have to relate. It is hardly that sad. No need for tissues, unless you're extremely emotional and easy to break down. Also, this is rather mushy, I suppose, but it is something I want to put out nonetheless.

I do have one more thing to say before letting you start on with this short little story. I hope that you are able to read this my dear. No matter if you do not know who I am, I do know who you are. I just really do hope you remember me. A little hint to you, my dedication to this, is that I went to school with you during fourth and fifth grade, and the school Hearne Elementary of the Alief district.

This story, it is not quite a fiction, but I do not really know where else to put it.

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Untitled Memory(s) of a Past 'Beau'

Where have you gone?

I miss you even more dearly now love. It has been over three years since I've seen you last.

Will you ever return? Would you return for your friends? Or family?

Would you return for me?

I really want you to know that I had started an infatuation with you ever since I laid my eyes on you. You were the star and only real befallen angel in my eyes.

"It's so cliché." I have said more than once. The boy next door romance. As much as I didn't like it being cliché, I couldn't help but fall for you. I fell deeper and deeper until the only way I could get out was to stay away. It was inevitable though. You stayed in my eyes and life.

It is a promise that I'd still be falling deeper and deeper had it not been for your moving. The one thing that I have never been able to forget. The one thing that made me fall into something deeper than falling for you. The one thing that made me fall into the deepest depression. The one thing that made me feel like my heart was actually breaking.

I eventually got over my silly but beloved infatuation for you. I eventually moved away as well. I left a piece of me back there, and a piece of me with you, though you will never know it.

It's been over three years. Over three long years since I've seen your cute, egotistical face. Over three long years since you've left. Over three long years since I've ever felt so strongly for someone. I just really want you to know.

I just really want you know that I miss you, I really did love you, and that I hope you still remember me as much as I remember you.

I hope you still do remember me as that obnoxious little next door neighbor who bullied you for no apparent reason. I hope you remember me as that obnoxious little next door who went to school with you. I hope you remember me as that little girl next door who had the hugest crush on you. I hope you will always remember me and never forget all of me.

Hopefully not the ending of it all.

Sign out – GiaLi.