Three Little Words

I was there the first day of school- she cried for hours...(pre-school).

I was there when we played with macaroni and string...(kindergarten).

I was there when she had her piano recital...(third grade).

I was there when she broke her arm; I signed her cast...(fifth grade).

I was there the first time we fought, she yelled, I never raised my voice once...(summer between sixth and seventh grade).

I was there the day she got her first crush. My heart snapped in two, listening to her talk about how she adored him so...(eighth grade).

I realized that I loved her, I always had...(eighth grade).

I was there when he broke her heart, she cried for hours on my shoulder...(end of ninth grade).

It was me who insulated the first kiss, the feel of her lips upon mine was sheer bliss...(eleventh grade).

I remember it so perfectly, graduation day. Her smile was radiant, and her hair glowing. Her steps were smooth and graceful, and we shared a kiss afterwards.

But the hardest part came when she told me she was going to Harvard for collage. Cloud Nine was long gone and I was way underneath. She kissed me but it meant nothing.

I remember that fateful invitation, and the phone call I received afterwards. She was getting married.

Days passed, months, years, decades. Not a moment went by when I didn't think about her.

Those three little words I should have said, those three little words that meant so much to her.

And sometimes I wonder what it should have been like to slip up and say, "I love you."

by BrokenSoul19
posted on 01/16/2008