Love Story...(part 1)

Once upon a time
there were two teenagers.
She thought she loved him,
She thought she knew it all about relationships,
about kissing,
huging,
loving.
He thought he knew her well,
he thought she was is world:
smart,
cute,
diferent...
They were good for each other,
they understood one another,
they had no secrets...
One day she meet him
for a simple walk
that would become
the beginning of the end.
She said she loved him,
He said: may I kiss you?
Oh! That was the first kiss
of those two.
They tried to understand
what they felt,
what they would do,
She tried to work it out,
He tried too.
But the pressure began to rise,
Until it was oversized,
and then the thing happened:
She freaked out.
She didn't know what to do,
So she did nothing,
And he did nothing too.
One day he made her a surprise,
Took her for a walk,
and in the middle of the fuzz
he ofered her a rose...
She was speachless,
and he, well,
he was in a total mess.
She didn't know what to say,
it wasn't really her fault:
She wasn't ready,
She never had pass trough that.
He was angry:
"Why didn't she react?"
They kissed,
but it wasn't a real kiss,
it felt like an obligation one...