secret love

Many long nights and the chilling air brought me to you. You where just a foster, a recject a nobody just like me. We were young teens looking for an escape from reality. Reality a harsh word that here means never loved and didnt belived we could be loved. All day I would look forward to seeing you after class and on the bus. I lived for when you would walk me to class or walk by my physics door to signal me to go to the bathroom. I loved smeeling like you and You knew that so you would dump some cologen on me before we parted and told me to keep smeeling and when the next time we see eachother he will put more on me.Then came the day it all happend. It was the end but not the end. My foster parents finding out and yours too and them forbidding it. The hardness of it all. The secretacy of it. After awhile though you got bored and tired of it. You wanted a normal life and who would blame you? I found you cheating or rather my friends did but I didnt want to leave you. Then you gave me no choice. You broke up with me andstarted going out with regular girls. Your foster parents didnt care becuase they wernt their problem and I was to some extient. But what I think is that the reasons your realtionships are so much shorter now then when you where with me is because the one your looking for you aready found. So when we see eachother again I know what to expect.