the blue eyed Hungarian

I had seen you before but didn't really feel the feeling. You were cute sure, but was I in love with you? Did I love you the way I love cheese pizza or the smell of petrichor or my jeans fitting a little looser or my bra fitting a little tighter? 

Definitely not. 

Then one day you sat next to me in English class and looked me straight in the eye while saying something about....saying about...you were definitely saying something but I don't remember now. 

All I can remember are your eyes. I can't even compare them to anything, they were just baby blue and made you seem more feminine. 

That's exactly when I realized, staring into your light blue eyes, that I was most definitely a lesbian. 

Blue eyed Hungarian, you were my first love because you were the first person I felt feelings for and I only felt them when I imagined you as a girl.