Every Time They Smile
Every time a boy smiles at me, It’s a whole new dream. I was walking home from therapy today and the boy on this bike just waved and smiled at me. Immediately emotions flooded me, the way he leaned while riding, the way he smiled, the way he waved at me. He almost looked familiar but there’s a few obvious features about him that made me realize it couldn’t have been someone I knew. I smiled for the rest of the way home. I couldn’t stop dreaming about him. I wondered how he might hold me and touch me. I have no idea who he is, yet my brain produced all these happy feelings thinking about him. Infatuation has always hurt me, I’m already crushing on one boy, I’d rather not have another. Especially of a boy I never met.