This is one of the many stupid things I did, but don't regret when I first fell in love. We were best friends for a long time before romance happened, and I would try anything to get her to change her mind about being 'just friends'.

First Love + Winter Forests = hypothermia

I used to run away
just so you could find me.

I would search the forest,
for the most romantic tree,
by that I mean obvious,
somewhere you would see me,
with a backdrop to behold,
my tears against the moonlight,
Looking torn, (maybe attractive?) And so very cold.

Three hours later I would return,
face red and fingers blue.
And you're on the sofa
you never even knew.

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Written on 2011-09-12 at 03:17

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