Dreaming of Reality

Dreaming of Reality

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But it was his eyes that not only caught my attention, but held it there, captive, hypnotized. Rimmed with thick, long dark lashes, they bored into me, holding so many deep-seated emotions it was hard not to lose myself in them. Above everything else, I could see the sadness, the suffering that seemed to consume him like a burning fire. It almost felt like, if I tried hard enough, I could reach into those eyes and find the actual person in their, hiding behind that cool, hard exterior, and most of all behind all that pain. "There's someone in there", I thought, "someone worth saving". When the lines between dreams and reality become blurred, it's hard to know who to trust...
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"Why the hell won't you just admit it?!" I yelled at him. "Admit what?!" He asked. "The REAL reason why you don't want to be with me! It's cause I'm too fat and cause I'm white and you are so afraid as to what your friends might think, aren't you?!" I snapped at him. "You don't know shit!" He snaps right back at me. "Oh no? Why can't you just tell me? I can take the rejection!" I snap again at him. He starts stomping his way over towards me and raises both my hands against the wall and above my head as he leans in closer to me just inches from my lips. "You think I don't want to be with you because I'm too embarrassed because of how big you are or that your white? You really think I could give two shits as to what anyone including my friends think about us? Well I don't. I could give two shits about what anyone thinks! So stop fucking assuming you know me or what I'm thinking cause you don't!" He fires back at me. "Well then what is it then huh?" I asked. "You wouldn't understand. But do me a favor and stop pretending that you know me when you don't." He says. We both then stand there for a moment looking in each others eyes and then he leans in closer and smashes his lips onto mine. © Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved

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