He was my first.
The stereotypical first boy you meet up with at college.
Tall, handsome, dark hair, with pretty eyes. Looking back I see how I fell so hard.
You were my type through and through. I thought you were my perfect match.
Although things started out like a fairy-tale, they weren't meant to last.
In the beginning it seemed like things were going as they should.
We talked constantly, I came up to see you at least twice a week, we got to know each other.
We both were going into fields in agriculture. You were in the same fraternity as my brother.
You introduced me to Rick and Morty and Five Guys.
I told you all my crazy stories from growing up with four older siblings when you couldn't fall asleep.
I put you on a pedestal and talked so highly of you.
All this came tumbling when you refused to call,
I thought it was something I did.
All this was my fault.
I cried immediately after coming back to my dorm after spending the night.
You somehow broke what had already been broken.
You were no longer the boy I would gush about and make memories with.
I finally realized you weren’t as spectacular as I once made you out to be.
To you I was just a lone penny on the sidewalk as you desperately searched for a dime.
But little did you know that pennies are lucky, shiny, and beautiful, while
dimes just have a higher face value. To you I may just be a penny, but to someone else
I just may be the only coin in their pocket.
You made me realize that you’ll meet a lot of people in college.
Some are so beautiful you feel as if you can’t be in their presence.
You, however, are not one of those people.
You are the type that you can touch, but choose not to because
you’ve seen their true intentions.
Hopefully you’ll grow out of this. Just as I have officially grown out of you.