Untitled (For Now)

Everything about Missy is perfect. She is so beautiful and proper and thoughtful and selfless. She is smart and collected and mannered. I want to be with her all the time. I want to get lost in her perfection.

Diana is not perfect. Diana is not thoughtful or selfless, and she is definitely not polite. Being with Diana is like being hurt, angry, happy, and scared out of your mind all at the same time. It’s confusing. It’s terrifying. Sometimes I don’t want to be around Diana. But sometimes I do. A lot. Because she’s funny and smart and she makes me feel different.

Missy likes me. She told me as much after the dance. She likes me, and I like her, a lot.

Diana. Does she like me? She kissed me. She was drunk and she was laughing a lot, but she kissed me. And kept kissing me. And I let her, too.