16.

I met you on my 16th birthday.

A friend of a friend.

You were older, a whole five years.

You walked into my party, and I instantly felt the attraction.

Your smile, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

An entire room of people, but I could only see you.

And you, watching me from across the room,

While I danced with my friends.

Putting on a show just for you.

The music turned down, the lights turned on,

You made your move.

My hand in yours, leading me home.

I followed, naive, not knowing what was to come.

And that was the beginning of the end.

– you ruined me.

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