-cloudy gray skies stalk the people of the town below as their daily commute begins-
-it hardly affects anyone, but a few-
-*on a pouch of a hand-me-down house*-
Sitting there, I look up at the clouds and wonder. Why was it so wrong?
He was the greatest thing in my life at that time…everyone wanted to be amazing just like him, the cootie-infected girls wanted him too…but he was mine…and only mine.
He knew it too, he told me all sort of things: saying that we would get married, get a big house, fill it with kids, and have all sorts of pets to keep our kids happy….there was only one problem…
We were both boys….
I didn't know there was anything wrong with it. It seemed to me it was perfect and falling into place…
It was the best…till I told my parents I wanted a big, poofy, white dress so I can marry him…
Saying those words to my parents…at that age…scared them. The fact that their only son might be gay…How was I suppose to know it was wrong? Mom never said a thing to me about it…Dad probably wanted too but didn't…they just swept it under the rug and packed up everything on top of it.
that's right we moved a few days after that.
Our last days, we tried to spend as much time as our families permitted then we both made a promise. When were old enough…we will find each other again and really be together.
Those words made me feel safe again…Sad thing is….I don't remember anything else of him….
I wonder if he remembers me…
-across town in one of the few universities the town has to offer-
-in one of the many luxury dorms sits someone on their balcony….smoking-
Thinking back to the days when I was the most popular kid on the block makes me wish I was there again instead in this fucking rich-ass school where I'm one of the dorks…fuck that.
These fucking rich kids are nothing but snooty sluts. They act like they are better then everyone and open up their legs or pants for everyone…sicking.
I miss those old times. I even had my own special someone. My parents knew about him and they knew I loved him. They just told me okay and ignored me. Well that's what they mostly do whenever I talked to them so I didn't care. He was so small and weak, he needed me. I loved watching over him and protecting him from the bullies down the block. With him…I didn't feel alone.
I wish he stayed around much longer…I don't remember why but he moved away. And when he did my parents moved me into a better school and well I'm pretty sure you can guess what happens after that.
Did I do something wrong? Did I scare him away? I still don't know the real answer…
What's even sadder is that I don't even remember his name…or what he looks like…
Oh well…what can I tell ya puppy love gets ya
Crap I'm late for that fucking blind date!
-runs off-