Hazelnut, midnight and foolish giggling.

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Will she get it? Most people don't. For example, introducing myself as a 'Bisexual transgender male' in a town like mine is a little hard. Because it'd probably get me beaten up. Almost definitely.

I really like her though. I also doubt she's interested in me, because in a situation like mine, you assume no one likes you.  Just for once I'd like to have a mutual liking with someone.
I can't even begin to describe her, but trying is worth the trouble.
Her hair is incredibly long, golden sun and midnight and gorgeous brown eyes. A sort of hazelnut chocolate shade. She has that rare, lovely quality that I admire so much; humour. She makes me laugh, honestly. Her life is fascinating, too. I don't want to stop listening, though I'm not great thinking of witty things to say.
It's hard. I worry that I'm going too far, commitment issues and all that. But I like her. I giggle like a fool around her, and though I can't write anywhere near as well as she can, I like her. And I want to get to know her.

She asked me to let her in. I'd love to.

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