your first boyfriend is your 9th grade boyfriend.
the arrogant, snooty debate kid.
the worst.
to everyone else, he is a mere molecule in their ozone layer
but to you, he is your world.
and to him, you are his galaxy.
you are the milky way in his eyes, shining brighter than a billion stars.
your first fight is in early december.
the silent, brooding type.
the saddest.
to everyone else, everything is fine.
but to you, you're ripping at the seams like a washer tearing apart a new dress.
and to him, his arms are folded and his chest is tight with a million words he could not say.
he apologizes with all he has and you hug each other like a million rainclouds started dripping and that's the only way to stay dry.
your first kiss is midnight on new years eve.
he grabs your hands and kisses you.
the best.
to everyone else, they missed it because they were too busy cheering.
but to you, you're only staring at the boy with the atlantic ocean eyes.
and to him, your laugh is like a jazz piece and your mouth is the instrument.
even though he missed your mouth, he still likes to listen to the music.
your first love is the boy with the braces.
you know it's love when he calls you his girl.
the greatest.
to everyone else, your relationship is a mere string that could be pulled at any second.
but to you, your relationship is a square knot made by a rugged camper.
and to him, he wants more than anything to appreciate you like a kiss on the cheek from the person you love.
and you're 15 and naive but it's him and you never imagined you could feel this way.
