oh how she blushes

jake.

he was one of a kind, jake.

his golden-spun hair sat short-cut upon his head, a field of yellow crop, ready to be harvested by a lucky, lucky girl. 
his pea-pod green eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the first grade classroom and reflected into my chocolate browns. 
at our table island, just him and i, we told tales together. tales of mermaids, dragons, kings and queens. i was the princess in a flouncing dress and he was my knight in shining armor. we crafted utopian worlds of words through our young bubblegum lips. 

i loved jake first. 

one day when it was storytime, he was sitting next to me (legs criss-cross-apple-sauced, like the perfect child he was). i couldn't resist his tempting fingers, spinning circles across the violet-streaked carpet - a dancer across a stage. everything about him was magical. 

i caught his dancing hand just as it came to rest on his knee, not once finding the courage to look at his pea-pod eyes. he did nothing. we stayed that way until miss mel finished the story. she closed the book and he ripped his hand away.

poor me.

first boy,
first heartbreak.