We were young only you were older
Friends in a different country
Pushed together by parents and language
I was young, young enough to not worry about the way I look, who likes me and who does not
We played a lot
Even barbies your sister and I like
We had family barbecues, outings, swimming–adventures
I told you I loved adventures
You told me you love a girl who loves adventures
I told you I was scared you told me
You like a girl who was scared
You pushed my back  to take me closer to the clouds telling me to hold on to the swings
You were the best friend I had for a summer
three summers to be exact
Then one summer you confessed that it was I you liked
I admit my palms got sweaty and my heart rushed
I was scared
Because earlier that day my family teased me that you were my boyfriend
And I, being young, did not want that
I turned you down
Then stayed from a distance
Then when I grew up a little I would wonder why my cheeks would blush in the thoughts of you
I liked you too but I would never admit that
Then, your mom said you already had a girlfriend
We talked again you said it was true
You said she was pretty that you liked her
But what shocked me is when you told me I was beautiful
But that was how our story ended
Because you had to go away and I, was always traveling
But today made me wonder of you