He laughed in front of us both, it was heavenly,
for us three friends having days filled with fun.
His personality shared a feeling of complexity,
It was the first time cupid had won.
Emerald eyes scan his screen,
as we talk more anticipatingly.
I had hoped my confession would not intervene,
for his love was with another strangling me intimidatingly.
For she hoped the best but love always finds it’s way,
they had split apart, I feel I was partly to blame.
But our love felt almost like broadway,
leading to a well known nickname.
We held each other close, we were finally together,
Blue t-shirts mixed with the smell of leather.
I fell in love. It was definitely love, how did I know? Everything he said I remembered, with a memory as bad as can be, everything we did together just felt in perfect harmony. We would laugh, play games and it felt really nice, to have someone to talk to through it all.
We told one another all our secrets. But, when I did fall in love, I decided not to act on that love as he was dating someone else. I genuinely never thought they’d break up, I really didn’t want them to because they seemed so happy, I even did my best to help the girlfriend when I could when she herself, wasn’t feeling too good.
Soon enough, she and him split up, but it was clear I was in love with him. I accidentally told him. You know when people fakingly say “Oh oops! I didn’t mean to send that!” I told him that what happened years later, but in reality, no. It didn’t happen like that.
I had accidentally told him I liked him because our third friend was aiming his hardest to split them both up so he could get with his girlfriend, which was admittedly disgusting in my opinion. You shouldn’t attempt to split up a couple for the benefit of your own ego; I don’t get people who do that.
If you really love someone, you’d always want the best for them.
He discovered I liked him as I was sending evidence of the plan our third friend had placed because I had jokingly stated “Haha! I’ll take _____ then!” and... well yeah. He was just honestly flattered.
Soon enough, I came to realisation that many years after my love for the colour blue most likely originated from meeting him and many others. Hence the title.
This was an attempt of a Shakespearen Sonnet layout, however I do think I could’ve done a lot better with this one as a first attempt admittedly.
