Her First Heart, My Third AcheDuring first period she told me in a whisper like a summer breeze that she had great news. Stupendous. Would blow my mind.Her First Heart, My Third Ache by smartblondeoxymoron
The numerous plans I’d attempted to make but that she’d shot down for ‘better things.’
The furtive glances across the room.
The way they gravitated towards each other.
It should have been obvious.
Actually, it was. I’d even guessed at it wistfully at some point or other…
The news tumbled from her lips and I responded with utmost joy and a grin that stretched my cheeks so wide they burned like white hot coals. I’m surprised it took so long. She’s beautiful after all, with her natural fire for hair and button nose splattered with tan freckles. She’s beautiful… She’s smart and funny and artistic and polite and loyal and the sweetest damned person you would ever meet in all your life. She deserves to have that coveted ‘teenage romance.’ Even if I can’t.
I know the boy – like him