Infatuation

One day you’ll meet a boy with eyes so brown that they’ll remind you of chocolates, puppies, and all good things in the world.

Oh, he’ll play guitar and serenade you, too.

Time ticking away; laughter in the air �" heart pounding so hard you think you’ll faint.

Sweaty palms.

Butterflies in your stomach.

Oh, what is this?

You’ll play a game of ‘He likes me, he likes me not,’ in your head because you’re above plucking petals.

Going through motions all the same �" ‘He likes me, he likes me not.’

One day you’ll muster all the courage in your being

You go up to him by the staircase, and it begins

Buzzing in your ear; sweaty palms; butterflies in your stomach

Oh my goodness, why am I shaking?

You won’t be able to feel your face from the nerves

He will smile at you

Before he oh-so gently wakes you from your daydream.

You’ll wait for the crash; the sound of your heart breaking into pieces.

But oh, it never happens.

Hm, strange, why don’t I feel more disappointed?

Seasons change; time ticks away; laughter in the air

You’ll run into the same boy with the brown eyes again

Hm, weird.

Palms no longer sweaty

No more butterflies in your stomach

Mustering up the courage to say ‘Hello, how have you been?’

You’ll wait for your heart to beat out of its cage

But, oh, it never happens

Silly girl.

Hm, silly me to mistake the wind for my air.