Him

Noticing

Used to we didn't talk.
I was that little girl you
would try to avoid.
I would talk to hear
my head rattle,
as my grandma
always said.

Then I grew up. I
matured in my body,
soul, and mind. Of all
people, you noticed.

I would come to you
to talk.To have someone
to talk to. Soon I got in
contact with you and we
started talking. Every
night, was our night.

I would ask you questions
about things that confused
me. No matter how weird
the questions were, you
never judged, you just answered.

Soon I noticed that you
weren't like all the other
guys, who had broken me
down on the inside.
Who wanted something
out of it.

You were there to be
a friend. There to hold
me up even when I was
too weak to stand.

You made me feel better
about myself. About my image.
When I would put myself
down, you were there to lift
me back up.

You would talk highly
of me even when I tried
to convince you otherwise.

Why? I would ask myself.
What does he see in 'this'?

Soon enough I was dressing
to impress you. When you
would say I looked 'purty'
I would smile big.

All the walls I had
put up after all the
other guys, were now
coming down.

When you would say things
about me, I would trust you.
It was so different that way,
that it scared me.

You have a girlfriend,
and she is so lucky.
I wish I was in her place.

And that's when I started noticing
that my little five year old
crush on you was coming back.
Full blast.