This is pretty self explanatory.
Beautiful
I miss them already. The simple things you get being around a girl. The gentle coolness of her hair as you run your fingers through it... the "girl smell" that just invades your nostrils and lingers there. Sad. When you hug one, and she squeezes you back just as hard, and lets go only after you do. Soft caring words from soft caring lips of faded pink. But I miss the hair most I think. That maybe when the two of you lie down, you can cradle her head in your arm, and stroke her head, smelling her hair. The smooth skin of the waist, and it's gentle curves into hips where your hands just want to naturally go, and stay for eternity. The gratitude in her shimmering eyes at the little things... a flower in their locker, a quick embrace in the hallway. When she shoots a glance from across the room, accompanied by a quick flash of white tooth smile. Oh how I treasured it all! Now there is none however. I begin anew, waiting for another first nervous kiss, waiting to fumble for a hand to grasp and cling to. I will cry, most likely, before I find these again. I may be scared if I do find them, which is another obstacle I must hurtle. I want to find them though, and that is something good in my favour. Determination helps a lot. For now, I can want and desire, and watch others as their partners supply them with caring and trust. I can hope for them and myself, and I can look everywhere for what I need... a kind heart who wants to love and cherish. Meanwhile in class, I think of the little things a bit more; how different lights bring a sparkle and shine to a face. How they fuss over being fat or unattractive. I wallow in something a little more powerful than desire, and enjoy every minute of it, for I know I will feel these things again. I need them, and I think they may need them too. I miss how a finger drawn up an arm lightly can bring a ticklish chill, to either myself or my fair companion. I miss someone wanting to touch me. Someone making me feel loved despite what anyone else has said to me or called me throughout the long day. Long day... oh yes... they have grown considerably longer recently, and the nights seem to stretch on forever as I liay sleepless in my bed of thorns. I lay there and hope at night. I hope. I hope for all the good things and shoo away all the bad. Maybe I'm a little slow, but I still dream. I still hope.
