In This Darkness
She leaned in close and whispered into my ear the words that I had been yearning to hear for years. But it no longer felt the same. None of it was the same. I was different, and she was different. Everything had changed. My heart no longer beat to the rhythm of her clicking heels as she sashayed down the hallways; my heart felt a new rhythm, one that rang much louder. My heart went along with the stomps of a girl's black boots against the pavement-a sort of crunch that cracked my pulse. Those words that I wanted to hear fit uncomfortably in my ear because they no longer flowed with my yearning desires. I didn't want her; I was head over heels for another girl-one that wasn't afraid of individuality, one that wasn't afraid to be with me in the light, one that would never be willing to back down from her beliefs. She was head-strong, and she was, now, everything.
