we were both so young,

you and I,

no idea what love was or what it was capable of,

until we found each other.

 

talking about boys we liked soon turned to constant talk about one another,

linked arms of best friends quickly progressed to hands held like lovers,

break times at school weren't enough to satisfy the craving to be together,

but walks home and hours spent in places no one would find us holding each other felt more fitting.

 

we were both so young,

you and I,

so unaware of the bond between us that would fast become unbreakable,

that would become all we wanted and desired.

 

the love between us blossomed,

and the very first time our lips touched,

they didn't part for what felt like a lifetime,

we made up for lost time that night,

time we'd spent confused and naive;

now changed into realisation and joy,

pure joy,

this time we'd truly found each other.

 

desire turned to obsession,

not a moment spent apart,

despite the never ending abuse from peers too young and uneducated to understand that what we felt was something more real than they could even comprehend;

despite the never ending abuse towards one another that soon made us realise we were nothing but a breathtaking mess;

we still clung to each other,

not willing to let the universe break our bond.

 

it was a beautiful thing,

you and I,

but nothing beautiful is built to last;

it took me years to accept that,

to understand and let go of us.

 

and here I am,

six years on;

accepting, 

understanding, 

but never forgetting.