It'll pass.
Unless you plan on dying a tragic death in the next few weeks, I'm pretty certain you won't love her until you die.
You'll both become bored, and eventually drift apart. Maybe you'll be angry and explode away from each other. Maybe you'll maintain a shaky friendship until that reunion 10, 20 years later. Maybe you'll have a quick shag in the loo while your dates stand around awkwardly by the dessert table.
Maybe not.
Maybe you'll get married out of high school and have a plethora of little kiddies. Be fruitful and multiply and all that.
And then maybe your kids will give head at an early age, and start writing poems over the first girl that slipped her hands down their pants.
The cycle will continue.
Tough.
Love poems:
http://www.charlesbukowski.20m.com/bukowski_poems.html
Submission Name: You Girl!
