At 16, I faced her for the first time.
Made best memories, in what I thought was worst of time.
Thinking of her, still give me chills.
Popular she was, heard many stories about her, not so adventrous yet they thrill.
I was not much serious at first, but as she came closer my feelings grew.
Slowly, she took away my carelessness and my night sleep too.
For her, I started drawing sketches, memorizing dates, writing notes, the things I never like.
I distanced myself from my favourite TV shows, my phone, my friends and even from my bike.
By the time I turned 18, I was not happy with her, I desperately wanted it to end.
And eventually it did, but not before she took away: my school life, my teachers and most importantly my school friends.
B.O.A.R.D E.X.A.M.S
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