❝secrets i have held in my heart, are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours…❞

you’re pretty much ordinary. you’ve had the same friends for years, you’ve lived in somerville your whole life, and you know basically everyone here.

you have interests and dislikes and hobbies like any basic person would. but one thing you don’t have is a partner. you’ve found people attractive now and then, and you’ve had your fair share of crushes, but nobody worth pursuing. and if they were, they didn’t like you back.

it’s not like you’re desperate for a boyfriend, but you do crave that connection. and on a completely unrelated note, one of your favorite things is poetry and writing. that’s why at the start of senior year, you saw ‘poetry - room 111’ on your schedule and got excited.

what you didn’t expect was to see matt sturniolo in that same class. you’ve seen him around, and his brothers. he’s actually the only one you’ve never spoken to. nick was in your photography class last year and you two spoke occasionally, and you accidentally bumped into chris one time. that’s basically it.

but matt was a mystery to you. he definitely didn’t strike you as a poetic type. however, over time, when you had assignments or had to read stuff out in front of the class, your focus was always on him. it started as curiosity, and turned into amazement. he was insanely good with words, and he was fucking cute.

obviously, when you and your friends have a new crush, it’s normal to hear them talk about it constantly or freak out when they walk past. but your friends never would’ve expected your new crush to be matt.

speaking of matt, and poetry, that’s where you’re sitting now. in your seat by the window, zoning out with one airpod playing music hidden by your hair, praying this class ends soon.