BlindnessMature

With love

came blindness.

I was in high school now,

a scared freshman with

all I could have wanted,

because I had Nolan.

*

Are you free Friday? 

Gwen asked me in class.

"Can't. I'm with Nolan,"

Of course you are,

she walked away with a sigh.

*

It couldn't be changed.

She didn't know me,

the plans were arranged

and seeing her wasn't the same

as seeing Nolan.

*

Besides, we planned

to watch a movie

and begin to expand

our physical prowess.

The End

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