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I can’t believe it

I’m sure your mind is in your heart
and your heart is in your mouth
I thought I would be navigated to the next page
or that click would lead to more questions
but it wasn’t so
all In me thought the click was a chance to procrastinate
To be sure and figure things out
but I guess this is it, I lost my breath as I realised
I know It may happen or It might not
but I can’t believe I just did that
Sweetheart, who are you?

High school SweetHeart

We were young and in love
ok, may be in like
we could not get over the fact that we liked each other
hormones running wild and
our curious little hearts were feeling merry
our eyes danced at the sight of each other

The first stanza , i know
it’s all in my imagination
but i’d share our love story
just as it really is

We were like cat and dogs
i would ignore you at the sight of you
and even give you a mean stare
when i noticed your eye laid on me from afar;
during our after prep prayers in the dinning hall
or the time i sat in the choir
before the service began

When you were “struck” when i danced at a friend’s party
I had just joined high school
and accompanied my sister to her friend’s party
It was during the holidays
then we returned to school
and i heard someone had feeling for me

Although you were in a higher class
My senior?!
I was fierce and mean
the idea of being liked was irritating
i did not like you that much

Of course i was partly flattered
and it was beautiful when your sister spoke to me
when i told my friends about you
when i was called your name
also being spoken to about you by your classmates
it was a lukewarm feeling
but sometimes hot and sometimes cold

Now You’re my honeybunch, sugar plum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin
You’re my sweetie pie
You’re my cuppycake, gumdrop
Snoogums, boogums, you’re
The apple of my eye
Sorry i snatched those word out from a school sing along
but it best describes our hearts
and minds at that age

I have the letters you wrote to me
the messages you sent through your classmates
though not written,
are somewhere in my memory
a few imprinted in my heart

Few years forward,
to my kids :
let me tell you a story
about being his high school sweet heart