(Allison's Perspective)
I didn't know how to deal with my feelings for Marigold.
I knew how to put it into words, but not how to say those words out loud.
So with my bedroom door locked I sat down at my desk with a pen and a piece of paper, and I began writing.
Dear Marigold,
I think I love you.
And I also think that I don't even know what love is, because I'm certainly not being raised with it.
But I think love may be the way I feel when you say my name.
And the fact that I think of you when I hear a love song.
Or perhaps love is the fact that I smile whenever I think about you and how beautiful you are.
Or maybe Love is the butterflies in my stomach when you talk to me.
I love you.
And until you came along, I didn't know what it was like to be in love.
And even if you don't feel the same way, thank you for teaching me what love is.
Love,
Allison
I put the pen down and stared out the window, sighed, and picked up the paper.
I read the letter over again before folding it into a small box shape, and hiding it under my bed where none of my siblings will find it.
And then I started on my homework.
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🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤
RomansaTwo girls, both thirteen years old, named Marigold and Allison meet at a record shop when Marigold is struggling to reach a record up on a shelf. Allison sees this and asks Marigold if she'd like some help. Marigold says yes and thanks her as Alliso...
