I miss the feeling of sitting beside him. I miss the easy way he smiled. I miss the time that every bit of his attention focused on me. Sometimes when I think about him, I think it was the only time in my life that I knew peace.
I'll hear a song on the radio and I wonder if he ever associates songs with me, smells with me, anything with me. It's been 30 years now, and still I remember the boy who loved the girl that no one could see but him. Oh, love never dies when it's true.
