This Year
Love poems by Pablo Neruda.Secret yet in the open.
First date.
Happy but tormented.
Last Year
It was real.
It was intense.
But then breaking point.
Third Year
Rejection.
Heartbreak yet again.
Dark and chilly winter nights.
A huge suitcase.
Second Year
First taste of love.
Obsession.
Heartbreak.
I thought I would never recover again.
First Year
Puppy Love.
Oh how smitten I was.
Oh how I adored her and looked up to her.
Class Eleven and Twelve
Books.
Sleepovers.
Monster.
Cristiano Ronaldo.
Inspiring.
Unending love.
Best friend.
She single handedly turned my world around.
Class Nine
No music.
Only Sports.
She was the sports captain of her school.
Class Six
I swear she looked like Britney Spears to me.
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