I was so much older than you, but not enough to where
we couldn't be in the same school at the same time.
I watched you grow up throughout the years,
and you attracted my attention in a way
that I have yet to find words to describe.
The first time I saw you, you were with your friends
stopping in the park on the way to school-
swinging on the swings, even though you had
long outgrown that stage. It didn't matter to you
because at home you still had Barbie dolls that
you played with. You didn't care what people thought,
you just did what you did because it made sense to you.
As you got older, so did I and I grew in stature, yet
would still look towards you where you were at, four
grades younger than me. I was tall, muscular, tanned,
long blonde surfer hair. You were a freshman and always
hung around with that messy looking nerdy-type kid
who had tape on the edge of his goofy looking horn rim
glasses. An upper class **** started ridiculing him,
and you jumped up off the bench and literally climbed
up on his back and started punching him in the head
as he was spinning to try to grab you off of him.
I was close enough to run to the commotion, and told him
that if he laid a hand on you I was going to knock him cold.
Do you remember me grabbing hold of you
and lifting you off his back and setting your feet
back on the ground?
I looked you right in the eyes..
and it was at that moment that you saw
what I had carried of you for so long.
You were still just a little girl at heart and in body.
The end of that year I graduated and moved away.
I went on to marriage and family, work stuff.. everyday things.
When much of that crumbled, I found myself here;
and there you were again..
I have loved you for nearly all your life, little scrapper
it has been well worth the wait.
.. and now my Valerie's a woman.
all of these years and years xo