We Wrote it All Down

We were girls with gel pens and wide hearts,

folding notebook paper like origami,

passing secrets between classes

like they were sacred spells.

My best friend and I

we wrote everything.

About boys,

about dreams,

about the way he made me feel

with just a laugh and a look.

We’d sniggle and scribble,

pretend we didn’t notice him,

then write three pages about what he wore that day.

And when it came to him

the corny one,

the one who sang and joked and made my heart trip

I couldn’t help it.

I loved his silly.

His sweet.

His way of caring that didn’t need an audience.

We captured it all in poems.

Folded corners,

doodles in the margins,

words that felt too big for our young mouths

but flowed freely through ink.

And somehow,

those pages outlasted everything.

Time passed.

People left.

But I still have our letters.

Proof that my love wasn’t imagined.

Proof that I felt it all,

even back then.

We didn’t just live it

we wrote it down.

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