The Love that Left Me

Lost love. Heaven knows that I lost my love before it even began, before I could even grasp it. So, can one say that my love was lost? No, my love left me. He left me and took the hopes and dreams of what I had envisioned for him and me. My love took from me, he cost me everything a young girl could give, could breathe for. My lost love was a pretty brown boy with glistening brown eyes. A knowing smirk and a kind smile. He was unlike all the boys around him, my love had a dominant atmosphere around him. My love was my best friend, the guy who would seek my attention and command it. My love started as the boy who teased me in class, drawing on my arm with a black marker and pulling gently on my hair. My love had my love for many years until he decided to leave me be. For my love had higher and bigger dreams for me. You see, my love saw what I refused to see. I was too good for him, and he was very bad for me. I was the nerdy girl; he was a boy from the streets. But who isn't to say that my love wasn't capable of changing for me if he wanted me? Now, years since he last caught a glance of me, years since I last reached out, I still wonder, what my love is up to now.