There she is. In front of me. Just a few centimeters away from my face. She looks so beautiful, with her long brown hair and her cute little hat. She is wearing a warm, orange, knitted sweater and dark blue shorts. I look at her and it makes me smile. Her hair smells just like an autumn morning, nice cuddled up with a blanket and a good book by a fireplace, sipping from your favorite tea. Right before me, she turns her head which reveals her crooked, but gorgeous smile. I smile back at her while I look into her eyes. She glows with happiness while she swings back and ford. Every time even higher than before. After a while I hear her giggle of joy. I never realized so much that I never want to lose her. She is one of the kindest people I know. She is lovely, she is real. I would never not want to be friends with her. I love her.
This is just a short story about someone who looks at their friend on a swing. It's not romantic btw, just platonic.
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I guess this is my story
SonstigesThis is a story in which I will ramble about thinks that I am thinking of. That I'm daydreaming about? I don't know. It's more a story to myself. Like a sort of diary but different. Maybe short stories, or random facts. I guess you'll see
