It's Me, It's You (Lesbian Romance)

PART I

I miss her so much. So much that I can't bear the pain inside of me. Our jokes and fights that hone me how to laugh and say sorry even when I am right. Her smiles and her big dark eyes that always tell me I am the luckiest person in the world-for I have her.

She's not my first love and I'm not her first love either. I didn't also wish her to be mine, but when she came into my life, I admit I don't want to lose her anymore. Anyway, what is this thing that made me love and cling to her this much?

Well, I don't know. She's an irritating-loud-weird-annoying-above normal-freak-stupid-kind-of-girl. She loves to laugh even though there's nothing to laugh with. She can't even clean, cook nor do anything around the house. She loves vices. She rarely smokes. She drinks. She's cutting classes. She goes everywhere. She bullies.

She loves rumble or going into fight. She has a dumbbell on her tongue. She's even an ex-member of a fraternity-a kind of personality I never liked.

But I'm telling you, she's sweet--a kind of girl I never ever expected to love.

She's kind. She's honest. She's pretty. She never fails to impress me. She's frank. She's forgiving. She's humble. Though it takes months before she forgets that damage I have done.

She's very moody. Sometimes she will tell me she's angry and want to be alone. But if I turn around and leave, she will drag me and kiss me and tell me, "Stay with me."

She has a lot of friends. Yes, a lot. She even talks to strangers. She's good and friendly during conversations. She's somehow nice. Her common sense is good. And say that, I love every little thing about her including her flaws--for her flaws are my kinds of perfections.

People say we met on a very unique way. She replaced the only piece I am missing. The only piece that fulfilled me. And the only piece is her.

She's my happiness. She's my weakness. She's my all. My world would be miserable if I let her go. And nobody can fix it. But she.

I don't know why but she's all that matters to me. Maybe, this is really what they called LOVE. You fall perfectly and it is so hard to explain...

...how everything happened so fast...