Paper Planes, Jeremy and the Way We Solved Our Problems

I taught you how to make your first paper plane.
I was in love with you.
I think.
It was so long ago that it's hard to remember,
But I do remember shaking my head at the paper plane you made along side your friends
Trying to make a plane by folding-squishing the paper into
what I assume was supposed to look something like a plane
And then sticking tape all over it to make it stay in that shape.
I should have realized then that you could never love me
Because where I tried to fix problems by making them right,
You would just stick some more tape on all of your shortcomings and hope that no one would notice
It was so long ago, but I remember
I was the nerdy, awkward, socially-inept third grader
And you were the "fly," rabble-rousing fourth grade student
King of the summer camp playground, conqueror of all the rug-rats and dirty rascals.
I was in love with you.
I think.
It was so long ago that it's hard to remember,
But I remember holding your hands, molding them to fold the perfect paper plane.
I remember smiling, sheepishly at you and saying "this is how it's done."
And that was all
But it wasn't.
Because two whole years later I transferred to your school
We were still children, but as children do, we thought ourselves adult
We scrambled over the monkey bars and you chased me through the "forest."
I realize now that the forest was just a small grove of trees,
And I see how small we were
But in that moment you were the biggest thing in my world:
The sun which I revolved around, my one true love.
You pulled my headbands off my head and threw them like frisbees with your friends
I didn't care.
All I cared about was you.
You teased me about my geeky books and all my nerdy ways
I didn't cry.
But I cried myself to sleep each night, wishing you would care for me.
I was in love with you.
I think.
But what is love if not the mere absence of hatred made stronger by mutual physical attraction?
What is love if not the mere absence of frustration, made stronger by the desire to procreate?
Love is nothing.
Love is childish, as small as we were and yet, as we did, Love thinks it's self adult.
I don't think you ever loved me,
We went our separate ways and now I see that it was for the best
Because you just stick some more tape on all of your shortcomings and hope that no one will notice them
I fix my problems by making them right.
So I'm fixing this problem
I'm going to fold it into a perfect paper plane
And I'm going to throw it out my window and out of my mind
I won't look back, and I promise I'll never think of you again.