I couldn't help but talk to you; you were intriguing.
Though I could sense something behind those blue eyes, something dark. Like a cloud, hung over her head. She was broken inside, fragile like a kitten. She didn't believe she was beautiful, she didn't believe someone could fight for her. I wanted to change that, no; I needed to change that.
We talked in the halls, I looked at her like an was the only person in the world. To me she was, She was my everything. I couldn't smile without thinking of her, what a lovely person.
I became friends with her, I wanted to know what was behind those eyes. I was a tennis player, she was a bookworm. She was always in the library, always left when they kicked her out; never before. That was her escape, her safe place. I saw her, strutting home with a book in her hand; and I watched.
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But I was straight..
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My Wonderwall
Non-FictionThe day we met. She was beautiful, her bright blue eyes and Her brown freckles. She was everything I ever wanted, but I was straight; until I met her.I knew she wouldn't even look my way, though it was only a matter of time before I fell in Love wit...
