F O U R T H G R A D E:
We have drifted apart. We still get together sometimes, when our friend groups collide. She's still as lovely as before.
My jealousy for her looks has faded.
I now often tell her how pretty she is, hoping it boosts her confidence.
I give her many compliments.
But besides from that, we don't talk. We mind our business and forget the other exists.
YOU ARE READING
Her.
Poetry(COMPLETED) Just the time span of feelings as they develop and turn into something more than just "like". Maybe it's love.
