my love,

from time to time now,

when the sun is high in the sky

yet the ice is jealous of the weather and how frostbitten it is,

you mumble a small: cherryberry, hey!

and little do you know, that does wonders to my day

but there is a light in your eyes that haunts me at night

and just as i began wondering what was the matter with you,

what was the lucky source of your contagious happiness,

you pass me a small paper in class and say:

please pass this to isabella, cherryberry,

and there is a nervousness in your eyes

that reminds me of the look in mine when i think about you

of course, you're in love with isabella.

she's breathtakingly beautiful, and she smiles all the time

and maybe that's why i dislike her so much

now, as the paper in my hands holds the matter of my heart

i have a choice;

get rid of the paper that has your feelings

or give it to her.

so i look at you and the decision is already made.

isabella? it's from austin.

she takes the paper and reads it.

a joy so fake plasters on her face and she nods

i say: so, austin. why so happy?

and i laugh a little, my heart warming at your blinding smile

she said yes. she'll go to a movie with me, you say.

i smile wider. way to go, austin.

thanks cherry, you say

and i wonder if lying to you right now would be a bad option,

but eh, i've lost too much already now.

i'm happy for you, i say and turn away,

fearing him to see the tear that had betrayed me

and splattered on my arm.