The Girl on the Ledge

I liked her since fourth grade, a quiet spark I couldn’t hide, 

In ninth I finally spoke, and she said yes, stayed by my side. 
Tenth grade was golden—basketball courts, laughter in the sun, 
She’d wait on the ledge each break, watching me shoot till practice was done. 

Inter-house cheers filled days where we thought nothing could go wrong, 
But eleventh came cold—we broke, and she moved on before long. 
A year of silence ended with a December text from her hand, 
Then April came; we met again, not dating yet but close as we’d planned. 

Soon we were together again, managing love through exams and fear, 
Until she changed—another guy tried, and suddenly she seemed unclear. 
She left me without warning, but the next day a video told the truth, 
A kiss she denied as cheating, though the lie was loud as youth. 

Weeks later her story showed they were dating; I warned the guy anyway, 
He thanked me but stayed with her, choosing hope over what I had to say.
Months passed before she returned, apologizing with reasons that didn’t fit, 
Still claiming she never cheated—yet my heart knew the real of it.