𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟

I remember the first time
I really thought I liked someone.
he was a brunette, blue eyed boy
who sat in front of me
in my algebra class and he stole
all of my pencils.
I don't know exactly why
I liked him,
I just know I did.
But when he asked me out,
I said no.
I think I realized that
I shouldn't settle for someone
who stole my pencils
and asked me out because he'd
started to run out of other options.
I discovered that day that although
I had felt butterflies in my stomach,
he had felt them elsewhere.
He'd run through fourteen
identical options and moved on
to the fifteenth, which was me.
Lucky fifteen.
It never failed me.
I suppose that after that day
I learned something about boys and
about love.
I figured out that
I deserved so much more than
I always thought I did.
And I was right.

written on: july 23rd, 2020