but a girl

we were from two parts of the world that didn't meet. you were too good for me and i wasn't made for someone like you, or was it the other way around?

i don't know i didn't care.

some say that that love at first sight is a something out of a dream out of a fantasy. why don't i believe that?

rather it was like some sort of telepathic inate sense that we were one when we were together.

does that sound silly?

my love for you was riddled with questions, secrets and being misunderstood. when i could no longer hide that my cheeks blushed when i saw you or that my breathing faltered when you came near me my mother told me

your but a girl.

my age seemed world's away from me.

in my mind i was beyond the girlish figures and dreams i was deep with my own thoughts my own ideas my own beliefs.

when i faltered to steal a glance at you there was a whisper you're but a girl.

when you stood too long talking they whisked me away.

i was too young too fragile to understand and comprehend love.

maybe i was just a girl though.

older and wiser now i couldn't imagine allowing them pull me away from you.

maybe that was merely a test if they won they were right i was just a girl.

being older i wonder would i have walked away so easily now.

would i have allowed my unexperience to motivate me to give in because they were right and i was wrong?

i guess were all waiting for the jane austen written happily ever after story! i can't say that i have that.

it ends with more of a girl realizing she' but a girl and walking away without saying goodbye because despite accepting it in her mind, she couldn't tell him that she was just a girl.