A Little Bit Of Love

It's Just Him

His lips tasted like candy.

Not metophorically.

Literally.

He had just swallowed a Starburst, I believe.

I warned him about getting too attached.

About a girl like me.

A girl who can't control herself and doesn't know who she is.

But as he muttered a "you're beautiful" into my ear,

I forgot about how I'm not good enough.

Or not happy.

Or whatnot.

It's just him.

And him only.

Instead of panicking...

Instead of freaking out...

I muttered a silent "thank you" back.

Even if I still felt ugly in his arms,

I wouldn't trade anything for this moment.

Because even if deep down I knew that I was nobody compared to him...

I didn't care.

I couldn't care.

It's just him.

And him only.