My Memory

Isn’t it fascinating how you’re mind decides to remember things? Specific things, things you didn’t even mean to remember but your brain picked out for some reason. That’s you, that’s always been you. From the day I saw you for some reason my brain decided not to let my eyes move anywhere else. I was stuck on you without even knowing your name. You were a small memory hidden in my brain. One that sparked anytime I saw you. Walk into class, sit down, and sometimes I’d just analyze you. It wasn’t every class nor frequent just a small notice lingering in my head. Yet that memory blocked out any rude thing you could say about me the first time we spoke. It didn’t matter if you thought I was weird because getting to actually know you was an excitement severe enough to have my focus only on getting to know you. My small memory turned into a friend. Suddenly a dumb health class was exciting to go to because I knew I was gonna have a good time laughing with you. Seeing you in any class afterwards was always enlightening. Sitting idly by watching you love others was never heart breaking only saddening. My small memory was being multiplied in someone else’s head over and over again while I only had one class. Years and years I wait and I wait. The only boy who I’d ever date. Blond and beautiful with eyes that say more than his words, finally I have him locked in my arms.