she loves roses
the same way
she loves me.
we're both girls
and yes, it's love
not friendship.
the way she dances at 2 am
while making snacks
trying not to wake up parents -
amazes me.
her laugh is a power
she is so simple
she's full of goodness.
she can be sassy or protective
but she's my girl
and the way she protects me
it makes me fall in love with her
deeper
and deeper.
no one could love her
the way i do.
no one could make me happy
the way she does.
every time i give her flowers,
it doesn't matter what kind of,
she smiles so shiny
and it adores me
so so much
that it hurts...
it's simple -
i love her.
and i won't change it in any cost.
YOU ARE READING
a girl. her
Short StoryFirst try letting my feelings out. May it be the first pancake ever - not the one that you've been hoping, but maybe better than the worst. I hope every reader will feel more or less, see themselves more or less in these words and sentences. I hope...
