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Nov 2018
You weren't the type I was warned about.
I was warned about the up and coming athlete who lived a few blocks down and excelled in grade school sports.
I was warned about the boy who sat next to me in science class and picked on me just because "he liked me."
I was warned about the blonde hair blue eyed boy with the perfect smile that every young girl swooned over.
My mother never warned me about you though.
About the girl at school with the big brown eyes and the heart of gold,
The girl who put goosebumps along the inside of my pounding heart that almost tore down the wall built around it.
The girl whose soft touch felt like warmth on a cold winters night
And how your laugh could light my soul on fire.
I was never warned of how addicting your arms would become when I couldn't bear to be lonely and needed someone close to me
And how you engulfed me in your love and showed me what it's meant to be cared for.
How could a mother warn their daughter about a girl who would make them fully understand the meaning of life.
- jn
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- jn  21/F/Ontario
   Sidney Chelle
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