Literature

Nothing

I saw him, and I fell.

Hard.

His smile. His hair. His laugh. His voice. The way he says my name.

It's all perfect.

When he talks to me, I blush.

When he looks at me, I feel butterflies.

When he says my name, I lose my breath.

My heart shatters knowing he won't feel the same. Ever.

Looking at my phone.

Nothing. He sends me nothing.

Because I know that's what he feels for me.

Nothing.