day 10: Strawberry Fields

Let's go back in time. A bit after 7th grade. A while before 8th. At a block party, held annually by some very kind people.

I taught a boy how to dance. Little did I know of the confusion and heartache I would later cause myself. But nevermind.

It was an enchanting night. The lights effects, the music. I didn't want to leave. But yet I had to. So a gave him a hug and bid him adieu.

Tomorrow was another day. At the funnest carnival that ever happens to this town. We happened to be there together again, on the ferris wheel. Strawberries and cream. He was charming, and told me my hands were soft.

And I'm pretty sure that was it. My heart was gone.