Three years ago I was off to CLB camp. Three years ago I was scared to talk to this one girl. Three years ago I could have been totally out as bisexual. Three years ago I could have been in the best relationship. Three years ago I was stupid. Three years ago I let her get away.
As I type this on my phone. I am laying on my double bed in a pitch black room. The mint coloured walls unnoticeable because they were eaten by the dark. The drawings on the wall gone; subsided to the darkness yet again. The street lights from outside are shining into my window and bouncing off the vanity mirror and is reflecting into the corner of my eyes as I look at the screen. I'm wearing heart pj pants and a sleeping with sirens shirt. My hair is up and I have black socks on. On the left of me is my girlfriend. Shes wearing a black school hoodie and grey with a pink band around the waist of the pants. And of course odd socks, as always.
Both of us just laying here, in the dark, together. She's watching a youtube video by Grav3yardgirl. It's 12:09 in the night and the house is quite. All that is going through my mind is her. And how lucky I am to have her. I've waited three damn long years. Three.
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2 Girls, 1 Story
FanfictionA true story based off of a lesbian ( both bisexual) couple who are faced with life and love.
