I wanted you because I desperately needed to have fun and it felt like you'd give me a good time. It was an accident, actually falling in love with you but I knew I would. I made eye contact before I got in the backseat of my car to skip lunch, and that's when I ******* knew I wanted to fall in love with you, and I panicked of course because I wasn't supposed to and this is a story about over-thinking and this is how I will remember making eye contact and the way the sun was on your face and the lighting of the sky- even when it becomes insignificant, I will think about it when I no longer want to, I will think about it even though you never knew me then, and I was just a girl with eyes who happened to look.
This sounds creepy, but it wasn't. It wasn't me already knowing I wanted you..it was me thinking it'd be nice to want you. That you looked like someone I wouldn't mind holding hands with, it was '****, that boys lips could do a number of things to my body', it was a 'maybe one day I'll like him a lot, and that might be a cool thing.'
when i think of "the beginning of us" I think of 4 months before you first kissed me