She loved writing. I loved writing. She loved to stay up late and talk, and I grew accustomed to that.
She was shy, but not too shy. I seemed outgoing on the outside, but on the inside, I was just as fragile as she was.
She would lose herself in her thoughts, just as I loved to do all the time.
Although it didn't work out, I knew this time I needed to give it at least a second try. Maybe wait a little and then see how she feels.
The dance at the end of eighth grade was coming up, and I knew that would be the time.
People always say dating friends is awkward and wrong. I chose to believe that you need to really know someone before you can sort out your feelings. And friends are the ones you know best.
Every day, I would see her. We would talk. We would leave. Then we might talk again. Then we leave.
With each moment we shared, with each word we shared, and with each minute we shared, I fell deeper and deeper in love with her...
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the sky is blue
RomanceIt was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and u...
