Carter

Sometimes, when I thought about it,
I used to wonder where I came from,
and why I was there.
Then I just had to laugh about it,
because if I didn't,
the only other thing would be to cry.

My Mother always said it would be the death of me,
all of the thinking that I did,
and I thought maybe she was right.
Now, I know that she was wrong,
it wasn't my thinking that would kill me,
it was a boy named Carter Jensen.

My god, was he beautiful.
He wasn't the most popular boy in the school,
or the most clever, or funny,
but I loved him,

and he had no idea who I was.

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