I met you at age fifteen.
You loved me so very fast.
I became friends with that other boy.
I never thought much about him.

You pursued me for so many months.
Finally, I fell for you.
Soon I never saw him again.
He was a distant memory.

We were happy together at sixteen.
I never wanted to lose you.
I never thought of anyone else.
I loved you, not him, just you.

Seventeen, the evil age,
you realized you loved someone else.
You left me so fast and cold.
I didn't think I would survive.

Months went by, living was pointless,
then I saw him again.
The boy had become a mature man.
He was ready to show that he loves me.


A/N: I really like this one, but I'm not sure if it's actually good so I'd be happy for some you. :)