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Once Upon A Time, Out Of Elementary School


Lying back in the whirlpool, arms crossed behind my resting head; listen to the water bubble--splashing and shouting surround me. It's our primary school graduation party at the local water park. I take a moment to think about my future--what will I do? I will become a professional scholar, and go to University. I decide that romancing another would be trivial, that for the next decade, the notion should be put aside. I relax with conviction: this is the start of my journey to adulthood. Someone behind me says, "I love you," tenderly, then leans away. I am surprised to turn around, to see an old friend pass by. He holds her close, and they stare into each other’s eyes. It's not for me, but it's the first time that I've seen such a sight in person. I turn away and search for another's gaze, of whom I don't recognize. This new person's expressions interest me for years to come.
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Lelake.paloma

I've got a little poem book I've been working on since I was about 17 or 18, and one day I hope to make it into a book. I only add to it occasionally though.

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Lelake.paloma
This instance is how I came back to my Middle School Crush. I was torn between two boys after I arrived in my alternate hometown of Corvallis, Oregon. At the time, coming to school for my first day of first grade, I only wanted a best friend. I'd run into trouble with the girls thinking I was a boy at the last town, and some very homophobic parents looked down on me when their kids would ask me to be their girlfriends. So I thought I could escape the pain if I had a boy as a bestie, but most of the boys were fixated on fighting eachother over marrying me too much. Luckily I am no longer that androgenously pretty.

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