Confiding in me

The feelings you feel

Confessing your love

Explaining it's real.

You look in my eyes 

And tell me it's true.

My heart skips a beat

All because of you.

You told me how

Deep in love you are

How you know it's right

No bad signs so far.

You told me of love

You told me what your feelings were

But you didn't speak of me

You only loved her.

Friendship is ours

Friendship of many ways

Dreaming it was more

I begin to drift and daze.

In love with

The words which you choose

Hurt by them too

My heart is now bruised.

Why can you not feel

That way for me?

Guess I will listen,

Close my eyes and dream.

This poem and the next are for a young man who was a very good friend of Nichole's brothers. He was probably about three maybe four years older than her. She had the worlds biggest crush on him. She was a freshman at this time. I really liked this young man, he was a true gentlemen. 

He and Nichole became very close friends but never crossed the line. He said he loved her but as a close friend not a girlfriend. He was very honest with her and told her he could take advantage of her feelings, but said he could never hurt her like that. I still see this young man from time to time and I like him very much, he grew up to be a good man.

She of course was crushed but they remained very good friends up until the time of her death. She confided in him sometimes about the one that mistreated her, I guess there are things you can tell a friend that your just not comfortable telling a parent. She really did love him, as deeply as you can at that age, but it was very gently unrequited. A mother can only wish, yes?