the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016

twenty four

on june nineteen i thought you didn't go to church and it felt like i got stabbed.

but then i saw you. sitting there on your phone and i felt like dancing and also throwing up. you stood up and accidently bumped your shoulder with mine. then i realized i had to give you your gift.

i walked to you and told you i had a gift for you and you cocked an eyebrow and said you didn't need one. i rolled my eyes and told you it was a pretty gift and you said i already looked pretty with my dress and i felt my heart beat sixteen notes.

i hissed at you to take it and you said your birthday was in november and i said i don't care.

i gave you a canvas with a painting of my yamaha keyboard and you grinned and your eyes became a little glossy and a blush appeared on your cheeks. you kept grinning at me and showed everyone.

in the back of the canvas i glued the letter and it said things about how it wasn't your fault and how i cried when you went upstage and sang.

i will never forget how happy i made you that day.