I met him when he moved to our neighbour.
A shy little boy with eyes so sparkly.
With those bright smiles that melt me,
And his perfect hair that smells like strawberry.
It's always a sight seeing him,
Sitting next to me.
It always felt like we were meant to be.
And as I watch him ride his bike while I'm at the top of that sycamore tree,
I imagine myself holding his hand tightly.

He was my boy-next-door.
My Bryce Lawsky.


(Inspired by the novel "Flipped")

04.09.2018
K.A.
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