writing: first in love ▲

he told me i was beautiful,

and i didn't believe him.

"that's what boyfriends say."

and i hadn't had a lot of those.

i'd been cute, a few times.

i'd been pretty, once or twice.

i'd been awkward and gangly, most times.

but he said beautiful.

and i knew he was wrong.

i knew it.

no makeup, i said.

in this baseball hat?

this tshirt is two decades old.

but he said it again.

and with his calloused fingers on my arms,

and his face a few inches from mine,

and the reflection of my own dark eyes in his blue ones,

for the first time,

i thought he might be right.



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today's blog is my response to the weekly journal prompt,

via harley & jane

now go read their lovely posts on this prompt and link up your own!