Girls were off limits. She knew how breakable they were, she was one, after all. Hurting a fellow woman would be... unthinkable, and that was what her love usually did. She loved people only for her own benefit.
But this pretty little thing, this... angel, was perfect. And she fell hard. Harder than ever before.
The angel's name was Sarah. Fitting, huh?
Sarah was a slip of a girl, secretly a metalhead. Freckles dotted her porcelain skin, and her hair was as soft as down. She breathed in Sarah's scent as they hugged for the first time, and melted. She watched her for two months, trying to decide if she could make a move or if she should hang back and not risk their friendship.
Stupid, stupid....
She was mortified. The admirer's note she'd sent her secret love had made her terribly uncomfortable. She came clean and found something she'd wished away so many times...
Her darling angel was straight.
After learning this unsavory news, she turned around and vowed to herself she wouldn't touch Sarah, or speak to her for a while, because she knew every friendly hug, every "hello" spoken, could make her love feel uncomfortable, unhappy. And that was something she simply could not allow.
I wish you every happiness I could never give you. I am glad you are not enamored with me as others are, for I feel some aspect of my nature would cause you greif, where I only want to see that beautiful smile of yours. Please find that happiness.
I love you Sarah.
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Dedicated to the love I never had. Please forgive me if I stare too much.
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She Just Wasn't
Short StoryI was never her, and she is not me, but still she's here, living my life. ~><~ I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that's not easy. ~ Marilyn Monroe
