Queen Of My Heart

It was a memorable face.

She was beautiful. She had long black hair and shining brown eyes. Her hair was worn loose around her shoulders today, and it was something I bet fingers looked good running through. I glanced down at my fingers, with their green polishing cracking and coming apart everywhere. Maybe not my fingers, but someone's fingers. Her skin was clear of the acne mine was plagued with, and her teeth were straight in a way mine had never been, not even with the help of braces. Her face was also barren where mine was splattered with bothersome freckles, and done with an expert makeup brush where mine didn't even pass for amateur. She was wearing a flannel shirt despite the warm weather, and black skinny jeans with a pair of black boots. She was beautiful, and unattainable, yet staring directly at me.

So, of course, I glanced away.

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or, two girls meet and fall in crushes in high school and fall in love eight years later