We always sat under that one tree.what did we call it? Oh yeah, we called it woody. He used to always take my hand and hold it in his. I felt somewhat safe. We tried to climb up the tree a few times. He helped me, he held my hand. Yeah we were only ten years old but thinking about it now makes me wish I had kissed him
I had brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. He had blond hair, brown eyes and no freckles. Maybe that’s why he used to always think that I was sick or something. I remember he said to me “I think you have the bad kind of chicken pox,the life ones.â€? and that day I ran home and cried and asked my mom if I was going to die, Of course she said no. He came over that night, “Hey, so how are the poxes doing with you?â€? He giggled…somewhat like a girl.
I didn’t know that I loved him. But I did!
I know it’s sad that I’m thinking about this now 9 years later, after he has probably already forgotten me. But I was looking through our pictures together.