I was 5 when I met him,

And I was 5 when he became my seatmate.

I was 6 when I realize I had a crush on him,

And I was 6 when I had my first kiss with him.

I was 7 when we first played the wedding game,

I'm the bride while he's my groom.

It was a fun moment not until I turned 10,

His family moved to another street which make our play time less and less.

I was 11 when I met him again,

We went to the same High School but different section.

I was 14 and during my 9th grade when I became classmate with him,

I thought I was already over him,

So I tried liking someone else.

But turns out, I was wrong.

I was merely denying my feelings,

Even though I talked about him a lot.

I was 16 during my first year in Senior High when he first called me out from our classroom,

I was excited and my heart was beating so fast as I walk closer to him.

But then it turned into a disappointment when I saw what he handed to me.

It was a sketch portrait of my close classmate, the prettiest girl from our class and probably our whole school.

I was 20 when I saw him again after 2 years of being locked up inside our house because of the pandemic,

I was happy to see him again, not until I saw him with another girl.

And for the first time, my heart sank and I realize that I have been in loved with him all along.

I loved him but I denied my feelings,

I loved him but I didn't hold onto it,

I loved him but I didn't tell him anything,

And I loved him but I realize it too late.

I met him first, but he fell in love with her.

He was my first love, but I wasn't his.

He was my dream boy, but I wasn't his dream girl.

He was My Childhood Groom, but I wasn't his Future Bride.