short stories

My girl

maybe it's the way she twists the cord around her finger when she concentrates, or maybe it's the way she talks, honey dripping from her lips keeping you hung on every word she says. Maybe it's the way she draws stars on her fingers when she's bored. whatever it is I can't let it go. when those honey-colored eyes look up at me I'm paralyzed, she keeps me on a leash but she doesn't even know it. she is like the air that I need to breathe, like fresh water on a hot day or a warm meal after a long work shift. if I lost her I'd lose myself too, she's my whole fucking world and she doesn't even know it. but she isn't mine, she is his and shell always be his, they love each other and I will be here to support them because that's what she needs me to do. to her I'm little more than a close friend, fuck, she doesn't even like girls does she.