He kept a strand of her hair
Wrapped around the refill of a ball-point.
They met as children with an air of adult sang froid.
Her hair fell below her hip then.
Times were simpler.
He liked to be her voice of reason.
She called him a bullshitter rubbing her skinned knees.
"Don't get convoluted.
Act selfish."
Did he think he was a good teacher?
He failed that course terribly himself.
A decade of acquaintance, love, acquaintance again later
Simpler times are an apparition.
When was he born, again?
She is amused that she still does not know.
They are adults with an air of childlike smugness now.
Her hair is above her shoulders
And she has her strand back.
Beautiful! I love the way it ends.
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Chemistry exam, heads or tails did not matter, he had to take it head on. And he got ragged for having her around him. People envied him. And then one day it all got over. It took him years to reconcile. But now he's at peace. With her, with himself and with life!
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