I owe myself the
Pleasure
Of confessing to you.
I loved you,
Since that first smile
On that first trip,
Remember it in grade 3.
You looked at the seals
Dancing at the gleaming waves.
Screaming in happiness
When the water touched
Your skin.

As you grew older
That smile seemed to fade
The screams of happiness faltered
Your bright eyes
Masked by glares.

All i want is the return
Of that happy child
The one from grade 3
The one I fell in love with.