A hashtag kind of night.

I turned around and 

There he was. 

Shirt half untucked.

Tie pulled loose. 

Shaggy hair in his eyes. 

Mischief on his face. 

And a smile that can light up your whole world. 

I turned around and 

There he was. 

Leg to the side. 

Shirt all neat. 

Sweeping his hand through 

His messy hair. 

I turned around 

And I looked for him. 

For the smile so sweet. 

For the simple sparkle in his eye. 

For his hand running though his hair. 

For his look of determination.  

I looked for him on a 

Hashtag kind of night. 

Just enough

It's funny how life always seems to come full circle. I started life as a little girl with daddy issues. I always wanted the approval of the guys and never got it. I was stood up at homecoming and then put down by my crush. I had a boy tell me he loved me for three months straight over the phone only to pretend like I didn't exist when I got back to town. My first boyfriend used me to get to my friend. My first time was with someone I never wanted. My first love dumped me for the other woman. And the father of my child chose everything but me. It seems like I'm not meant meant to find any other love then this sweet boy that will call me mom. And I guess that's just going to have to be enough.