An Incomplete Love Story

It was the first day of first grade I met her, I used to love to pull her ponytail. Whenever I tried to speak my words would slur, my plan to get her attention was an utter fail. It was the first day of first grade I met him, he used to pull my hair and stick out his tongue. One day I saw a pair of scissors and decided that his hair needed a trim, we were lucky to find true love so young. By sixth grade I was finally able to speak, I told her she was beautiful in front of her best friend. At recess she loved to play games of hide and seek, I despised all of the mixed signals she would send. By sixth grade I decided I had a crush. He called me beautiful and I ran away, I told him that we were too young and did not need to rush. I wish that I could rewind time back to that magical day. The clock struck senior year and I asked her to prom, she must not have felt the same way. She told me she would let me know as she reapplied her cherry lip balm, I never heard from her so I went with my friend Sharpay. The clock struck senior year and he asked me to prom. My thrilled heart almost leapt out of my chest, stupid me had to play it cool applying my cherry lip balm. I sent him a text but he never responded; that night I could not bare to rest. Ten years later, I now know that true love is only a silly myth. Now married to Sharpay; bonded after she borrowed my phone the night before prom. Wonder why never heard back from the woman still hopelessly in love with, I still dream about tasting her cherry lip balm. Ten years later, I now know that true love is only a silly myth. If only I did not play it cool; I should have told him how I truly felt, I would have been with the charming man I always knew I should be with, I dream about our destined lips meeting; it makes my demolished heart melt. July 11, 2018 An Incomplete Love Story Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal 2nd Place