Hello, everyone who's reading! Before you write anything about my grammar or whatever, I just want you to know that I'm not from any english speaking/writing country, so that's probably why it sucks. But I really do appreciate that you're reading and voting! Thank you!
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"You love me," I wrote to her. Yes, she wrote back. I asked her to write it to me. She did. "I love you". A few days later, she wrote that she was so fond of me. I wrote that I was too for her. Now, January, first school day of the year, she is walking in, hand in hand, with a new guy. He is much taller than her, than me. Blond, thick, puffy hair. He is smiling, dimples showing off, and they're walking towards her friends. They're happy and they're hugging. Something is telling me that she knows what she is doing. What happened the last few days? I have no idea, and I'm scared of the truth. He is hugging her, and they're standing outside the group of her friends. He's leaning down and they're kissing.
"What is it?" someone asks, no idea who's asking, but everyone is looking at the couple that's making out. I have this weird feeling, deep down in my stomach, making its way up to my chest, and then my throat. It's like I can't breathe, but I'm perfectly fine. I can't remove my eyes away from them. What is this?
YOU ARE READING
You love me.
RomanceThis story is about the girls love, but I wrote it from what I assume is Harry's point of view.
