She always smells like earth. Water and air, flowers and something else. Something addictive. She cut her hair. It is still just as beautiful as it was. She is so perfect. I am learning another language for this woman and I know that she can't love me. I'm pathetic. The thing is, I love her. She is perfect. She touches my arm and I almost faint from happiness. After I told her about my parents we had a moment. We sat there, saying nothing, looking in to eachothers eyes. It was perfect. I wish that I wasn't such a coward. I would have kissed her if I was less of a coward. I am still thinking of that moment. And when I think of that moment I think of alternate scenes, ones that may happen in the future. Ones that I hope will happen soon. Her kissing me, pushing me back against a wall. Her leaning back and then freaking out because she kissed me. It would be brilliant.
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RomanceI've been hopelessly in love with Suzanne. I've started crushing on Red. What's going to happen? No clue. This is all true. My life, my love. No lies here. This is my journal.
