I reach out and take her hand, our fingers intertwine and she squeezes my hand as I look up at her. She looks back at me and for a moment something in me shifts and I think that I could...
But then she looks away again and the moment is gone and all I feel is emptiness. She's my best friend. I let my fingers loosen and she lets my hand go. We're best friends.
I look back over at her and she turns back to look at me, her hair falling back over her shoulder as she tilts her head to the side, worried about me. I shrug in reply and she nods at the boy across the room. The boy who I told her I liked- who I did like.
But I like her more. So much more.
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Being Pansexual
RomansaBeing pansexual... It's all a bit difficult when you're falling in love with someone you can't have. -- Notes on falling in love with my best friend, realising i'm pansexual and a few random other things story of my life
