months passed and one late, late night,
we talked deeply.

i told you about my parents,
you told me about your past.
you told me how much you cared about me.

then you told me you knew.
oh, i knew how obvious i was!
how could i hide it?

you told me not in this moment in time.
your words like thorns on a rose.

beautiful,
yet painful.

it's okay,
you said.

and i told you,
i know.

one night,
we went walking.

days before your birthday.

walking to meet you at the corner curb,
i hid your birthday present behind my back.

i remember reaching you and you were eating a hot pocket.
i fell more in love each time i saw you.

you hugged me after i gave it to you.

i gave you my beret that night too.
complimenting you on how good you looked and how,
yes,
you can pull it off very well.

we walked close that night.

we sat on the swings at the park over the bridge and you told me about your love for constellations.
i don't know much about them and you told me to look at the sky.

one hand on my back,
the other pointing to the sky.

"do you see it?"

i couldn't take my eyes off of You.

i could make my own constellations in the galaxies in your eyes.

beautiful.

dms back and forth.
memes.
sharing music.
taking candid pictures of each other only to send them later.

he lived a street away.

we exchanged numbers.

we began going on walks.

the sun kissed his face,
as if it was praising him for being Him.
i could relate.

once again,

beautiful.

i dmed him first.
how could i not?

pretending like i forgot,
"hey!! i think we went to school together! my name is _!!"

waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
....
..
"i remember!!! i wanted to say something earlier!"

the bus.

the school bus once again.

"is that really him?", i thought looking at him through the mirror in the front of the bus,
trying to not get caught staring.

he looked at me and then i knew,
yes,
yes it was.

beautiful.

we became friends over time.

he offered his shoulder when i was feeling down and waved goodbye when he got off the bus.

time went by and he had to leave.

two years then there he was again,
it all came back.
every time i saw him it was like seeing him for the first time
all
over
again.

his name was luis.

i met him when i was in sixth grade, he was in eighth.

the first time we talked was when he apologized for him accidentally bumping into me on the bus after school.
right then, right there,
beautiful.

he had long hair and wore band tees and in my book,
that was everything.

the short smile that he had on his face made me fall deeper.
i swear, i remember my breath being taken away when i first saw him.

love at first sight.