It wasn't like I hadn't known what seemed to be happening. I saw it. I knew exactly what was happening. My feelings were growing; drifting away. It was no longer the "best friend" love. It was the "You are my world" love. I mean, we're just two crazy 17 years old that couldn't possibly know the feeling of love, yet this was real. What else could it be? Not infatuation. Not lust. You can't feel those things in your heart. And I can feel this in my heart. The roots are deep, unwilling to give up it's home. And every time I see him... Words can't describe the feeling. It's like my heart begins doing back flips as a storm of butterflies rage in large waves, one right after the other in my stomach. All while someone else pours burning liquor on my already intoxicated heart. But what can I say? I'm just a silly girl that says she's in love with her best friend.
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The Love of Two Hearts
Short StoryThis a short story of a boy and girl who have fallen in love with each other. They speak about their love in alternating chapters, starting with the girl. Please remember this as you read.
