Happily. Forever.

It was a warm, breezy day when I was sitting on the playground.
I was attending my third year at the elementary school, not counting kindergarten.
I studied the kids laughing and playing.
I noticed the same group of boys would play with their football…
But something was strange that day…
Their precious toy ball was missing!
Before I could recap, a short and very chunky child came up to me.
As he was about to hand me the toy ball, he went running for his life.
The angry boys would chase after him everyday, without success.
They never got that ball back to my knowledge.

I was shipped off to middle school, and I didn’t see that boy again.
Well, at least for another year.

One day I spotted a familiar face.
It was the chunky boy, who wasn’t so very chunky anymore.
He thinned out a lot, and he grew taller than I.
He smiled sweetly, and sat down next to me.
We chatted for a while and became close friends.
We were “just friends” though.

We went to the movies about a half year later, claiming we were still “just friends,”
but we left that movie more than just friends,
and little did we know it would be like this for a very long time.

A few people disapproved, as expected.
That never got in the way of us, however.
We would always prevail.

Years later, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
The day of our wedding he presented me with a gift he said he kept for so long.
It was that football from the playground.
It was old and tattered now, and in a child’s handwriting it read,
“You are so beautiful my love. An angel sent from the gods.”
He wrote it that day, when he first tried to give it to me.
It was fate that kept him from giving it to me then.
He waited till the right moment…
And this was the right moment.

We played with that precious toy everyday after our wedding.
We did so till we died in each other’s arms.

Him and I lived happily, forever.

Happily. Forever.


Mishawaka, United States

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This poem is both fact and fiction. It’s a narrative poem I wrote in Creative Writing. It still has a lot of work, but I feel it is presentable enough to share with everyone.
It shows that there is still such a thing called “true love” out there.

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