My mind was racing. Racing with the questions that kept crucifying me deep inside. What was wrong with me? Why am I acting like this? Am I in love? It couldn't get any worse. I hadn't gotten any sleep, and I had to get up for school in less that four hours. I couldn't stop thinking. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was that beautiful girl, who made me tremble on the inside. I know that she is never going to like me the way that I like her, so what was the point in even trying to think of her romantically? She'll probably want a one night stand, and leave me hanging...
She's in an open relationship. She can be with whoever she wants, when she wants. It's inevitable to stop thinking of her. I want her... badly. They way she makes me feel, is like some sort of addiction, that keeps me there- never leaving. I can't describe how I feel for her. I have no words. it's all built up emotions that make me feel so good inside when I think of her, and her beauty. I've never felt like this for anyone in my life. But why her?
It states in the Bible:
"If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them."
But at this moment, I really do not care.
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Never Forget You
Teen Fiction"Is it funny that I like her?" I ask my best friend. She shakes her head, smiling gently at me. "No. People enjoy to explore things. I think you're just exploring your love life. That's all it is." She answers with honesty. My thoughts progressed b...
