The flutters in her stomach, the jitters she gets, the smile that comes to her face when she sees that boy. That boy is perfect to her. His smile, his laugh, his personality, sometimes she wonders if he might get the same feelings in his stomach when he sees her. Probably not, but one can only hope. That girl tries to get that boy’s attention, but it doesn’t work all the time. Maybe it’s because of the butterflies in her stomach. Those butterflies in that girl’s stomach want to lift her off of the ground when she sees that boy, but his smile keeps her on the ground. That girl’s friends understand and think it’s adorable and tease her about that boy all of the time. That boy doesn’t know that he gives that girl the biggest smile in the world, or that he makes her so happy when she sees his name on her phone. As happy as that girl is, she knows that boy does not get the same feelings she has for him. That girl who used to get butterflies in her stomach, and have the most perfect smile for that boy is now a different person. That girl is just another girl to that boy.  The butterflies gone, her smile is close to nothing anymore, and the jitters are just a memory of how special that boy made her feel. She looks at that boy wishing he felt the same way she did. That girl who used to get butterflies from that boy is just an ordinary girl to him. She’s just that girl and he’s just that boy.



This poem is based on the typical teenage "first love" stories, but everyone remembers the first person that made them feel this way; it's the first person that comes to mind after reading this sentence.

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