Instagram. I followed you on instagram, you didnt like a single picture but commented on a particularly unattractive one asking if you could have my phone number. I gave it to you, at the time not even realizing who you were. You were a smooth talker, always asking about my life, my story, my fears, goals. You hated small talk. I began to see you more often around school. You walked me to classes. And we barely said a word. People started asking about us, you told them I was your girl. I felt so proud. I had moved to this state 3 months earlier and was lucky enough to find you. I learned more and more about you every night through texts and late phone calls. I was introduced to your friends. We took turns being late to class so we could walk with each other. I saw your brown eyes and heard the deep tone of your voice every night, like it was my lullaby. Your hair like wool, yet so long, I loved to run my fingers through it. You wouldnt let anyone else. You had a certain style and you were a trendsetter. I learned all about your past and why you never let anyone get through your walls. I felt special. You hated the world but, you cared about me. Or so you said..
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My First Time
RomanceSix months ago, lying on the sheets of your bed in your grandmother's home, I thought I found my forever...... A 16 year old girl falls for a troubled high school boy hard.. so hard she gives him the one thing she cannot take back. Her INNOCENCE.
