I fell in love with the lover boy.
The one who didn’t notice me.
The one who didn’t know my sweet tooth – he cooked with hot sauce instead.
The one who didn’t know about the scars on my forearm from the time I fell of off my bike in Prospect Park.
His views of me were rather color blind.
I fell in love with the lover boy before we ever even spoke.
Because the mind is a better indicator of love than the heart is.
I imagined him to be anything I wanted him to be.