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I had always found comfort in those big sky blue eyes of his.

They bore an understanding unlike any other.

And his smile? His smile drove me insane. I loved it. His laugh was better than any song I could ever hear. His voice could put me to sleep with its beauty. His hands. I wanted to hold his hands. I wanted those hands to hold me. So bad. I wanted to feel their warmth. Their love. I craved it.

But I couldn't say that.

Because he would never do it.

I'd never know those satisfactions.

But who am I to blame..

It's all my fault for loving the straight guy.

Bonus points for the fact that he hates me.

Keefe Sencen, you are an enigma.

And my senior year project partner.

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