Love

There was a thunderstorm today.
I used to have a neighbour that would come over whenever there was thunder or lightning because he knew I was afraid.
He would hold me whilst I cried and screamed, stroking my hair and cooing soft words into my ear...
But I neglected him.
I refused to acknowledge his love for me.
I pushed him so far away that he can no longer speak to me.
Now I cry in thunderstorms, not because I am afraid, but because I miss him.
The one boy I loved dearly.
The one boy, I pushed towards another girls heart.
It should have been me.
Why was I so blind?