They are still scattered on the door step.

Will you ever want my eyes again? I thought to myself, as I stared across the room at her. She was laughing , smiling, truthfully enjoying herself with her back stabbing, *bunny* face friends that she coudln't see any bad in.
Her golden brown eyes shone, lighting up her whole face. She was completely, and utterly BEAUTIFUL to me. 1

I remember that face always with me just like it was yesterday.2

I dream all night and day, that I am holding her once again.
I wish she still noticed me like she used to, just so I could ask her if she still remembers those days as clearly as I do.
The days we would sneak off at lunch-time, hide from her friends and giggle like naughty little children,when we heard them calling her name. We would sit right at the back of the school, where no one went. We'd talk endlessly until we had enough, and finally decide to put my blazer over our heads and kiss until the bell went.3

I would love to ask her if she remembers the way I use to be flirtatiously mean to her in lessons ,just so I could see her pout with sadness at me, because I loved the fact that I knew she cared. 4

Honestly I was guilty of pretending that she had hurt me, and walking away, just to see her chase after me, and tell me she loved me.5

I want to know if she still remembers the days that I couldn't walk down her street without knocking at her door just to see her smile with glee.6

The truth is I had never been in love before her.
And she had crushed me. I walked home half dead that day. By the time I reached my front door, I collapsed in pain, and cried like I had never before.
I asked myself out loud what I would do without her, and punched myself, hating the fact that I had let her be my whole world.
I laid there on my door step, motionlessly still letting tears glide down my face, until someone got home and picked up the pieces she had left on the floor...7