InfiniteMoments

I was 9 and you were 11 when you first told me that Santa wasn't real. But you believe in empty promises and fairies and happy endings, so why should I believe you? ------ I was 13 and you were 15 when we shared our first kiss under some mistletoe. (I still believed in Santa by the way.) It was everything I had ever dreamed of. You shrugged it off like it was just another of the thousands of kisses with dozens of boys you had shared before. ------ I was 16 and you were 18 and you were leaving me to go to college. The night before you left, we made love for the first time. I was shy and you seemed to know what you were doing. You traced a

With tear-stained cheeks, she told me it was over and it was time for me to move on. The wind whispered your silent goodbyes and the day turned into night quicker than I could utter my reply. I tried to mumble see you later because deep down I hoped I would see you again, but my heart resigned to the reality that I meant nothing more to you than someone you had yet to meet. ------ Your hand use to fit so perfectly into mine as if it couldn't work any other way. (I now know this to not be true) You would finish my thoughts and I would interrupt yours, but for some strange reason it worked. We were perfectly horrible for each other and never