Just Because…

I made The Boy blush today. It wasn’t anything bad, really.

It makes me smile at how he looked away, and hid behind his hands. Bright pink skin, looks rather funny on pale white. But I wouldn’t laugh, I couldn’t do that to him. I can laugh now, so no one can see. ME? I actually made a boy blush, how can that be possible?

He used to be the one to always make me blush. When he’d look at me with that stunning smile, and incredibly sky blue eyes. He would be the one to make me tongue tided, flustered and make me forget how to speak English.

I guess really, I’m getting used to the feelings I have around him. Getting used to the intensity, nervousness and all the butterflies. But I still feel hyped from hearing his voice, seeing those little glances at me. Sometimes I can feel my own blush when talking to him, or being near him but HIM doing it is completely different.

We were only talking about what our friends and us should do this weekend, then the blush came. Adorable in every way possible.

But why did he blush? Was it just because he could?