A Boy I Love


There’s a boy I love…

We grew up together. 

He fell in love with a girl I barely knew. 

They got married and have a beautiful daughter. 


I saw them at church yesterday. 

Seeing him made me smile. 

Bittersweet tears filled my eyes.

Their little girl saw me staring. 

She ran toward me with arms wide open. 

I lifted her up. 

“Hi, Gammie”


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