I remembered how happy you made me, when I thought I wouldn't be happy again.
The subtle 'hello' turned into hugs, and into walks. You made me smile again, and all it took was one look from you. You had me drowning, feelings clawing their way oh of my body.
I could ponder what you did to me, then you say with me. Talking about what you liked, and the way I looked at you. Then the subtle kisses on the cheek, you walked around with my lipstick on yours. We held hands in the halls, but you were sad.
She had left you, and I was there to comfort you. I will always be there to comfort you, I'll be there for the rest of my life. Now it was different, the way I looked at you. Or more the way you looked at me, that changed.
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I don't think I'm 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...
