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Walking to the red school,
You were on your way
With a new denim backpack
And a promise to remember the day.
This is the earliest I've heard
Of your childhood stories . . .
You remember every detail,
No matter how boring.
But boring this day was not,
In fact, it changed your life.
It was the first day you saw me,
And you knew I would be your wife.
My memory is not as sharp,
I cannot recall as much as you . . .
But I know it was no secret
That what you knew was true.
Ten years later,
The crush became true love
You listed what you loved about me,
Counting the stars above.
I'll never stop wondering how you knew it before me . . .
We were meant to be together,
It took me so long to see
That you, my kindergarten crush,
Were so much more
Than just the cute six-year-old boy
That I met and adored.
We still pass by that red school,
Watching it fade away . . .
Though the red paint has cracked,
Our love is here to stay.
Author's Note: This is about a boy I met in pre-school. I went from having a crush on him to, ten years later, falling in love with him. He remembers every detail of the day we met, knowing that we were meant to be. Yes, the pre-school we went to was painted bright red.
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