We held eachother, but I could only imagine us actually existing in each other's hearts.
I talked to her, I asked her how she was; I asked her to come to an event with me. I bought her ticket, It was the least I could do. I care for her, I wanted her to get away from everything. She smiled at me, like I was the only girl in the world; though I knew it meant nothing.
We swam, and we danced. We sang, and we held each other. Her bright pink pixie cut, now flat instead of fluffy. I got cold, I didn't have a towel so she cuddled with me. She kept me warm, physically and mentally.
It was night now, everyone was leaving. She had a ride home, and I didn't. I had to wait in the cold, soaking wet. Though she couldn't leave me waiting, she stayed with me;She cried for me.
I wiped her tears, told her I'll be okay. We just stared into each other's eyes, she held my hand on her cheek. She was so 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...
