Wallflower? (Phan)

Perfect

Smile:
form one's features into a pleased, kind, or amused expression

Everything was perfect.
I felt free.
I had a hot guy, talking to me.
I was making him smile.
He was making me smile.

This will be over the next day.
This perfect day will be over tomorrow.
It will be like this day never existed.

Unless...
Phil keeps talking to me.
I really hope he does.

Phil said that I was fun to talk to.
He also called me cute.

He said that I remind him of this boy, that he use to know as a child.

He couldn't seem to remember the name.

That's when I realized, why I felt so comfortable talking to him.

He's Phil.

He's the boy, that broke my heart.

He's was the boy that I fell in love with.

He's the boy, that made me realized I'm gay.

He's the boy that was forced away from me.

He's the boy that I had my first kiss with.

He's the boy that was absolutely perfect.

He's the boy that denied being someone he was.

I didn't dare tell him who I was.

I was scared to.

He's going to leave me.

So I laughed it off.

So did he.

I think I like him.

I never did ever stop liking him.

How could you?

He's perfect.