This afternoon I came across a poem, tucked away in an old book. I typed it (on a typewriter) on little twin star paper....lol. It is almost like a mini time capsule. I wrote it to my first boyfriend. We started 'going around' in the 6th grade and broke up and got back together at least a dozen times by the first year of college, when I wrote it. It is dated November 26, 1985.... ...ahhh, teenage angst Untitled The time has come For me to see, The differences In you and me. It's hard for me, But I'll be strong 'cuz neither is right, But neither is wrong We are so different you and me. But still we made love And I tried to believe, I know I love you, I thought you cared. How could I have known, How little we shared? So much has happened Between you and me, It's hard to forget, Oh, can't you see. I want to call Out your name. To hold and touch you, For it to be the same. But each time we try, It never works. It always happens, Someone gets hurt. Is it you, Or is it me, Or is it just us? Will I ever be free? The ironic thing; although he was really pretty much 'it' for me for all of Jr. High and High School...and even through all the break ups, we had one very serious long stretch from end on 9th grade through 11th grade...we only 'made love' once right before this poem was written, that set off a chain of events leading to the catalyst....the final break up, where I realized it was time to 'grow up' and leave my childhood love behind.