I remember the moment I realized my feelings. We were 16 and at a meet. I had already finished my floor routine and was waiting to be called to do my bars. While waiting, Josie had been called to do her beam routine, and since I had nothing better to do, I decided to watch it. The flips and tricks stirred something in the pit of my stomach and the butterflies fluttered around in crazy circles. When she landed and saluted, she also winked, that definitely did /not/ help. When I went to do my routine on bars, I was still so distracted that I forgot to chalk /before/ I saluted, and I mixed up the order of my routine. Luckily, it had been a routine I had made with no help, and only my coach had seen it before, so no one noticed that something was wrong. When I got home, I laid in my bed staring straight up at the ceiling. I wasn't quite sure what to do but I did know that I couldn't tell a single soul what I felt during the meet. That was when I first picked up my notebook and pen. 'Years of friendship shared A glance, and my heart now knows Friendship turns to Love'
I am not a poet, so to start having good poems in these, I'm now using Chat GPT. Disclaimer! I have only ever been to one meet and did not create my own routine, idk how it actually works. No beta, we die like Charlie's stomach. Daily Prompt: Create a descriptive passage or poem depicting the very first moments of a crush forming.
