dear malia,
your lips tasted of alcohol. your hands moved to my hair. your lips parted, allowing my tongue to explore your mouth.
i had no idea what i was doing but you seemed to like it so i kept going.
"alright," a voice said, "that's enough. get a room."
you pulled away. i touched a finger to my lips, thinking of how it felt. i loved kissing you. i wanted to kiss you again and again and again.
the game continued, but i wasn't paying attention. i could only think of our kiss. you wouldn't ever understand my feelings for you. you wouldn't ever feel the same.
i wondered if you felt anything when we kissed. i wondered if you felt anything with me at all.
once i got home, i went up to my room and fell asleep pretty quickly. i dreamed of you, but i dream about you a lot. only today was different, because the feeling of your lips was no longer just an imagination, it had become reality.
i love you.
truly,
hannah
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Dear Malia (Completed)
Teen Fictionin which a girl writes (but never sends) letters to the girl she loves. TW: Self-harm/suicide *Please read at your own risk, I have made the rating for this story Mature for the safety and awareness of my followers and readers. © daisykidhes 2014...
