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This Jack Found His Sally


Being ignored and pushed away from every girl you like really takes a toll on you

Just trying to be nice and treat them with respect just didn't work out so well

Maybe it was my lack of confidence?

Or maybe I just wasn't their type

I don't blame them though 

Everyone has their standards

And I never gave up

 

Until one day I though about taking a break from looking

And then I found you

With your long, wavy dyed red hair

Cute pink glasses

And your beautiful smile that brightened my mornings in middle school

 

I didn't know what is was then, but I did know that you were special

You were unique

I tried to talk to you

But I would get too shy when you would turn my way

And I would do an awkward walk around or turn around

 

I would try and try again to work up the courage to at least say "Hi"

And maybe even to get you to notice me

Yet I never did and grade 7 went by too fast

It wasn't until Graduation from middle school until I saw you again

You were right in front of me when everyone was walking back to their parent's cars

And I pushed, shoved, and squeezed through the crowds to at least say one word to you

I couldn't make it in time...

I said "Have a great summer and thanks for making middle school mornings that much better"

 

That summer

I was so fed up

So tired of not standing up

And most importantly

I was dissapointed in myself that I couldn't even say one simple word to your face

And I promised myself that if I ever saw you again

That I would say something to you, no matter what

But i doubted that I would ever see you again

And the despair of that would slowly fill my heart for 2 long years

 

And then it happened

You had shorter hair

Back to your natural brown

New glasses yet still pink

And still had that smile 


I kept my promise

We had lunch

We went on a first date

Held hands

Had our first kiss

First fights

First makeup from a fight

1 month 

6 months

1 year 

And now 2 years and 3 months of sharing each other's love

I may have went through hell emotionally from being shot down and by missing my chance with you at first

But I would go through it all again if I knew from the start

That I would get to share my heart with you

And finally get to find my Sally

Instead of being lonely ol' Jack

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