It wasn’t love but it felt like it. The way your eyes peer at the floor when you laugh or the way your face rests when no one is looking. It made butterflies in my stomach feel more like boulders. You bruised my over inflated ego and yet my view of you never tarnished. I wish you felt the same way about me that i do you.

i think about you everyday. do you still think about me? I miss you...i’m just hoping it was a right person wrong time sorta situation.

you’re forever loved by me

Your not my first “love” but your my first Love