When I Get Butterflies
I love hanging around that one special guy that I like, but I freeze. I know I can be funny, I’m always myself around my friends. When I get around this guy, I just want to smile and laugh because he’s perfect in my eyes. He’s two years older. He will probably never like me. I never meant to like someone that much older, but it just happened. The heart wants what it wants and that’s all it ever will be. He’s everything to me. In other girls’ eyes, he’s a nerd who is in band and plays soccer. Well, to me, he’s adorable with his glasses, a great dancer, and funny. I wish he was reading this and knew it was me. I get butterflies even when I think of him.