You talked to me! You actually talked to me! Your girlfriend dumped you. It was probably my fault, but she still dumped you. School ends this month. Please talk to me. I'm begging you. My chest physically hurts every time I see you. My stomach starts clenching every time we brush by each other or I see you looking at me. I know I messed us up, but don't you remember you did it once also and I forgave you. Please talk to me. I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love the tiny dimples that show up every time you actually smile. I love how your laugh is loud and is like music to my ears. I love how you always pull your hair back and it just gets back in your face. I love how you always stroked my back and hair because you knew I liked it. I loved the random kisses you gave me. I loved the feeling I got while we kissed. I loved that you made me forget about all my problems with one single kiss. I miss you so much.
I kissed that guy. It was a mistake. I was drunk. He was drunk. I saw him and I don't know what happened but I just kissed him. You caught us while I was trying to push him off. I know it didn't look like it because he caught my hands and pushed me against the wall. You never let me explain and I don't blame you, but I can't take the pain anymore. I love you. This is the truth. I did initiate the kiss but immediately tried stopping it. You have a hell of a punch and I couldn't have been more grateful. I'm sorry for kissing him. I'm sorry for losing you that night. I'm so fucking sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.
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I Love You Baby
Short StoryMy parents warned me about the drugs in the street but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat. -Chuck Bass
