My Poetry

~Thirty Eight~

When people fall in love they speak about how romantic it was and how they felt butterflies, 
but that's not how it was for me. 

It was me, him, my best friend and his best friend.

I silently stared as he smiled and laughed as he conversed with my best friend her blonde curls falling over her shoulders,
And that's when it hit me. 

I was in love with him. 

Him spitting facts, or giving me weird looks cause of something I said, and him tucking my hair behind my ear, 
every single thing he did that I had ignored had all just hit me and I had fallen utterly in love with the boy before me.