The Kiss that bloomed me

We walked to the park
We sat down.
We talked. He told me
He loves someone
He loves me,
I love him.
We talked more,
And he kissed me
I bloomed. I grew.
I matured.
We loved.
I bloomed into what I 
saw ahead of me.
This whole time.
I was innocent,
young
We walked home
We sat down
He loves me,
I love him.
R

Rosepathfading

VT

15 years old

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