Intrest, by Reagan Subscribe to rss feed for Reagan

You walk through the door
its the first day of your new year
and you feel happy
and calm
and refreshed
and you see a new boy
and you look around
making sure a swarm of girls doesn't run you over
so you walk up to him and say hi
and you ask what his name is
and you tell him yours
and you ask all those questions that you ask a new guy

and you realize that its your first conversation when you
dont think about the guy who broke your heart

and you speak to this new guy for a couple of minutes
and you exchange numbers

and then you look at your phone that night 
and its the first time that you dont wait for a text message
from a guy
you text him

and then he texts back
and for the first time in a long time a guy says to you

"Hey, I was just about to text you"

and you respond with that giggle and that so very flirty
emoticon
and he asks if he can tell you something
and you say " You can tell me anything, as you'll learn from
these first few days of knowing me and talking to all my
friends im pretty trustworthy"

and he says " Well....your my new love intrest"

and you text "Back at you"

and for the first time you actually experience someone
liking you back

it feels great, dont it?
Posted: 2011-06-20 20:50:05 UTC

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