When we first met,
I knew we connected,
Each year, we would grow closer to each other,
When you kissed her lips,
I thought I would be mad at you forever,
But the next year,
We became best friends 3
You would be the one with all my secrets,
Except one…
I was always there when you had to tell someone something,
Except one thing…
When you told me you thought you liked me,
I told you that I might like you too,
Two years later,
We still love each other,
Every second of ever day,
At one point we were confused,
But now, we both know that we would jump in front of a bullet for each other,
That is the story of you and me…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem