I met Rudy when I was seven.
He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
Since then, I wanted to be seen by many
The way he always looked at me.
I don’t know what it is he’s lacking,
But he was only watching from afar.
He never gave me a kiss or a flower
Or made me laugh to see a smile.
He’s just been looking and not touching,
Not speaking when he’s seen me sad.
By nine, I realized that nothing
Compares with what he missed in that.
The time has passed, and nothing changed then.
When I’d react, he didn’t act.
As minutes stretched, so did my aching,
And in the end, he hated me for that.
Puppy love
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