We arrive at school,I look over at Her and smiled. She is beautiful. I'd never noticed! it before. Her dark brown, tinted red hair fell perfectly straight with her fringe covering one stunning eye. She is beautiful. I want to kiss her, hold her in my arms. But nobody knows I'm a lesbian. I hope she'll be the first to know.
I notice the way she looks at me, as if I'm a trophy. Does she love me? Do I love her? I often find myself imagining laying next to her, watching a film, she'd kiss me, put a hand down my pants and.. No. Stop this, she'll never love you, and you don't love her. Do I though?
