We are both new.
We don’t know each other, but we want to.
You want to spend time with me and I with you.
But you already knew that.

Everyone says we should be a couple.
They say we are cute together.
They say we would be a hot item.
But you already knew that.

So, now we are together.
Day dreaming about each other.
Writing little love notes to each other.
But you already knew that.

We spend as much time with each other as we can.
We hug, we kiss.
We give each other flirtatious looks in class.
But you already knew that.

We are complete opposites.
You fail English and I am writing stories every month
You do football, basketball, and track, while I paint.
But you already knew that.

But what you don’t already know.....

…

How can I tell you?
I have this feeling inside of me.
It keeps on bubbling up every time I see you.
It gets stronger, and Stronger, and STRONGER
I feel that if I don’t share it or do something about it I’ll explode.
But you didn’t know that.

It isn’t a good feeling.
I feel pain when you leave.
And it isn’t the feeling of a boyfriend leaving his girlfriend.
It is much different.
But you didn’t know that.

Every time I am at your house.
I feel the pain.
I don’t want to, but I do.
But you didn’t know that.

When we cuddle, I feel it.
When we hug, I feel it.
When we kiss, I feel it.
Whenever you are near me, I feel it.
But you didn’t know that.

So I lay here in my bed.
Trying to figure out this unknown pain.
The nurse doesn’t know what it is.
But you didn’t know that.

And then it hits me.
And I realize.
Our first night together will be our last.
But you already knew that.