I could help but hope, that you looked at me the way I looked at you.
I could care less about the team, all I wanted to know was her. She was reading everything, plays, fiction, romance; she was utterly perfect. She loved the same things I did, and I loved how she immersed herself in the things she liked. Yet there were times when she was sad, when she didn't go to the library.
I got her number, from someone else of course. I wanted to help her, I needed to be able to talk to her. Sometimes I'd walk her home, sometimes she'd watch me play; sometimes she even had me teach her. Though we were only talking, and nothing more. Oh how she was beautiful.
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But I was straight...
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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...
