I saw him for the first time
He was already staring at me
I felt myself looking down
Feeling my cheeks blush
And from their on
I would sneak glances at him
And from time to time I would see him already staring at me
Feeling myself have hope for him
But he was the popular boy who doesn't care about girls feelings or anyone's
but himself
So why would he care about mine or even like me
I was the quiet girl
But I love the way his laugh filled the room
I love how protected he was with his family
I love how cute he looked when he was confused
and How he hated going to the library to study
And how focus he was during football practice
How his green eyes light up in the sun for whenever he was in it
He had this boyish look whenever he was truly happy
making his dimples come out
We are oh so the difference
But oh how obvious I made it
I was in love with him
and it was love at first sight to the boy with the blonde hair
To the boy with the blonde hair, I will never forget you
