Cross the neighborhood,
There's our old school.
Full of memories.
Ones we all we all wish,
Would've lasted.

Great friends then,
enemies now.
Lovers turned strangers.
Decisions found regrets.

You & I,
We'd be friends forever,
'Till we got our shades, that is.
Which wasn't much time.
But in between,
Lays beauty in our childhood.

Sitting in my seat,
I turn 'round,
at the smiling thought of you.
Only to find your welcoming eyes.

We used to laugh together.

Send notes in French class past our strict teacher,
Love notes soon to be; as everyone thought.

The times when my co-worker was away,
and you took the shift
to work next to me,
play 'MASH',
and do our mischevious things.

The time when we went trick-or-treating,
and our parents made us take the (ahem, gruesome-looking) photo together.

The time we both got cast as the main characters in a play (where eventually we found out we'd possibly have to kiss.) You were cool with it.

The almost daily embarrassing time.
Once, we were walking in the hallways to class, eyes locked.
So into the conversation, I bumped into a table and dropped all of my books. (Well, it was in the middle of the hallways!!!) You helped.

The time we went on MSN just to see eachother.

The time you (somehow got hold of my number) called me for the first time:
The time my heart raced to pick up.

Seemed everyone was right.

The time we'd gone to a music concert.

The time we'd talk on breaks.

The time we'd have lunch together.

The time we held hands.

If I was a mind reader,
I'd know you're curious.
Wondering why it isn't so anymore.
So am I.