I have been in love with four boys.
I gained composure and became open because of one.
I became more athletic, a better artist, and more self-conscious because of the other.
I became forgiving, calm, delicate, innocent, and more intelligent because of another.
And the fourth one made me wilder, he made me voice my thoughts louder, and he made me confident.
I have loved four boys in total.
I have felt my heart throbbing loudly in their presence. I have felt my breathing become faster at their simplest touch. I have found myself stuttering while talking to them. I have found myself losing attention staring at them. I have found myself trying to better myself. I have both lost myself and gained myself because of them. I have both regretted and loved loving them. And I have felt my stomach filled with butterflies flapping their wings loudly, and I haven't felt hungry because of how full they made it because of all of them.
I have been in love four times.
The first time was with an older guy when I used to be wild and crazy.
The second time was with an athlete and an artist when I used to normal and composed.
The third time was with a nerd, a popular one at that when I used to be famous.
And the fourth time was just something else.
I have given my heart to four boys.
To one, I was merely a little sister.
I don't even know what I was or am to the second one.
I was just a friend to the third one.
And the fourth one gave his back to me.
I have loved four boys.
And I absolutely hated the fourth one.
CZYTASZ
The Fourth Boy
Romans"A thanks to all my tears Who were always there in my darkest times when I was alone." This book is not about my pathetic pitied self. Perhaps that's all they'll ever see me as, perhaps they'll always assume that I was the victim. Perhaps this will...
