She was a beautiful girl. The first time I met her, we were in gym class. She had asked me what my last name was and I had replied with an eye roll. It turned out that her last name started with B, just like mine and was sat right behind me. I remember her face well. She had long fiery red hair, a small scar on her right eye, freckles speckling lightly all of her nose and cheeks, she had a sharp jaw and an oval shaped face, her eyelashes opened up her big blue eyes, she had a large nose that fit her face nicely, she had willowy figure that was perfect for sweaters, and she was just tall enough and I was just short enough that our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. She was perfect.
P.S. I know this is incredibly short, but that's the point, I am going one tiny step every day. If you really dislike this, then you should probably just leave.
Have a lovely day and remember if the Apocalypse starts tomorrow, good luck!
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The Redhead
RomanceThe true story of me and a redhead. I fell in love with this girl. The classic one-sided love story. As of the moment my fingers are hitting these keys, no one is listening... besides maybe the government. As of this moment I am alone on my bed...
