I too have my own " blue-eyed-boy ", does it show?
Maybe that's the reason why I only get mildly interested in other boys, the reason why I've never had a boyfriend, why every blue-eyed blonde makes me stop and stare, why I crush on those that mirror him . . . yet they don't even reach his heels.
All those eye tones that could make a girl melt, look a little dull to me.
Like appetizers net to a buffet, a pond next to the ocean. Easily overlooked, but still there.
It's not fair to feel this way. I was always overprotected by my parents, I went to private school with him, and found out that I started wearing darker clothes to cover up my somewhat chubby self, I even wore a perfume that smelled like strawberries and fixed my hair everyday for a reason.... I wanted to be looked at.
Not by adults that called me a "nice polite girl" and told my parents how envious they were, not to my parents that fixed me like a doll since birth, not by my friends who (no matter what) always told me I looked cute.
Do you see where I'm getting at?
My BB (let's just call him that) always "flattered" me every time he saw me. By "flattering" I mean things like corny pick up phrases and cheesy compliments... now that I look back, he never once was a pig, no puns, no dirty talk like usually guys use.
He was a gentleman... in his own twisted way.
I was very forgetful of my others crush's faces, I tried to remember them the next day, or even when I got home and just couldn't. But I haven't seen that beautiful bastard in over two years and still remember his face like he stood in front of me, smirking cockily... that pompous jerk.
My last birthday, I hadn't seen him in a year and thought he had already forgotten me. Even though we were in the same class and school from kindergarten to ninth grade, he had probably found a new poor girl to harass. Ignore that stab of jealousy.
My birth day, it was only a few minutes until mid-night, my Facebook wall (I don't use it much, only to contact a few people) was filled with tons of congratulation messages from people I hardly even knew.
I was ready then, ready to let go of those sad excuses of blushes, the only one that could make me blush, the irrepressible smiles he provoked, the stabs of the comments he made with his friends, the conversations and friendly fights we had together, his annoying lovable quirks, the idiotic way he stole my cellphone and put his number under the name "hot stuff", those beautiful blue eyes...
I felt lonely.
Tons of reliable friends, loving (and happily divorced parents), loving family and nice strangers... and I felt alone.
Just then
*(1) Facebook comment(s) on your wall*
-Happy birthday beautiful- BB
I cried. Pathetic really, even if it had been my friends that told him, his wonderful mother or even a god damned Facebook reminder, it made me cry.
He bothered to wish me a happy birthday at all. I wasn't so lonely anymore.
I hid that spark of hope that I'll see him again... and Disney and books weren't so misleading.
I'll see him again, an you keep a secret?
~I might have fallen in love at first sight~
