The Fourth Boy

I have been in love with four boys.
I gained composure and became open because of one.
I became more athletic, a better artist, and more self-conscious because of the other.
I became forgiving, calm, delicate, innocent, and more intelligent because of another.
And the fourth one made me wilder, he made me voice my thoughts louder, and he made me confident.

I have loved four boys in total.
I have felt my heart throbbing loudly in their presence. I have felt my breathing become faster at their simplest touch. I have found myself stutter while talking to them. I have found myself losing attention staring at them. I have found myself trying to better myself. I have both lost myself and gained myself because of them. I have both regretted and loved loving them. And I have felt my stomach filled with butterflies flapping their wings loudly, and I haven't felt hungry because of how full they made it because of all of them.

I have been in love four times.
The first time it was with an older guy, when I used to be wild and crazy.
The second time it was with an athlete and an artist, when I used to normal and composed.
The third time was with a nerd, a popular one at that, when I used to be famous.
And the fourth time was just something else.

I have given my heart to four boys.
To one I was merely a little sister.
I don't even know what I was or am to the second one.
I was just a friend to the third one.
And the fourth one gave his back to me.

I have loved four boys.
And I absolutely hated the fourth one.

This is my first romance book. I hope you like it.