Stubble had dolloped on my face for the first time in my life and I could not be more excited for such a special occasion. It had signified my early maturity and beginning of a long journey into adulthood. Short brown hairs sprouted in clumps and along with them sprung forward mixed feelings and inhibitions I had previously been unaware of for the past thirteen years. Questions of infatuation and admiration began to climb more and more every second I spent with my best friend at the time; at first I believed that it was a form of bonding that took place because of how alone we were. I was wrong. Nothing ever felt important as we would foolishly run around the school receiving distasteful looks from our peers and now that I think about it there was as if nothing ever mattered when we were together. It was new to me to be in such a perfect thing like this was. The time had finally come when I had to confess the feelings I had amassed for my friend. I didn't know what I was doing, I couldn't explain myself in any way that I could take it back if they were unrequited....I was DEFENSELESS. I remember the way I described them as if they were the only living, breathing thing on the planet, the final flower in a dystopian society, the reason I had ever gotten so far in a already cruel life I had lived due to bullies and warring parents. I was safe in their presence. I was happy in their every being. This was what I needed to be doing in order to complete myself. My friend was taken aback at first while only giving me nods and thoughtful glares, I had finished my monologue and had a silent moment to assess the damage I had just left behind. "I feel exactly the same." Was all I had managed to hear as I felt my body drift into a higher plain, one of ecstasy and bliss. We had now established ourselves not as a relationship but two halves of the same heart, it was something you had to be apart of not only to understand but to experience. The time we spent together was as close to infinite in feeling but nowhere near enough in reality; days spent kissing after school hours and months of passionate embraces in bathrooms and under stairways. Alas, the day had come to not only shatter our happy and loving testament for each other but my jaw and nose with ample brutal force from a mob of upperclassmen. This would be the end of my lover and I's school fling, but the seasons changed and moved into a more mature state of naturality. This would not be the last time I felt my lips against his PeachFuzz......
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Joquena
RomanceWith millions of thoughts littered about our minds, we continue our days never remembering why we cried on certain nights or omit the ability to recall events that made us who we are. I have spent years of my short life searching for who I am but I...
