Freshman Year

August
A meeting
The fates had in mind
September
A realization
Of something deep inside
October
So many
Random little things
November
Pretty much
Perfectly amazing
December
And that one
Awkward night
January
We were close
Things felt so right
February
A month
Of good mixed with a little pain
March
Into April
Things will never be the same
This is the story
Of love found and lost
If only he had loved me too
We held it together
Now he’s tearing it apart
Every time I see his face
It slowly breaks my heart