For her

FOR HER

There was a girl I met once. She was perfect. She understood me, liked the same music, and shows as me. We might have had our arguments but we always stayed friends. Only now I've realized I may have liked her in a different way. She could help me through anything, she would cuddle up to me, and I felt safe. I wanted so much for her to love me, I was myself around her because I knew that she would only love me for exactly who I was. And maybe she loved me, as a friend, but I wanted to feel her lips, touch mine. And I couldn't have her. Alex vause's rule #1 is NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH A STRAIGHT GIRL. And I did. She had been through much of what I had, and though we didn't talk about that much, it connected us. She and I were so alike, yet so different and that is why I felt that we were perfect. She didn't mind helping me through the emotions and the break downs, and I adored her. Why can't I have the fucking people I want. The perfect ones. Maybe because I'm nowhere near perfect. And perfect people deserve the other perfect people. So this, this, is for her. For My sweetheart.