silver rings covering chocolate fingers and unruly hair thrown up into a high ponytail were a part of her uniqueness. i had never seen anyone like her. big brown eyes with even bigger lashes and her ears always decorated with funky earrings. high cheekbones and a low self esteem, high intellect but low confidence—she was a roller coaster.
i don't really know how we became friends, somewhere between making jokes about julius caesar and nudging each other silently in the library—feelings flourished.
and they were all mine.
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falling out of love
Non-Fiction[complete] i'm falling out of love, and it is the strangest feeling i have come across. highest ranking- #6
