The Peculiar Way that Hearts Beat

The Peculiar Way that Hearts Beat

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Romance
These are the words that I wish I could tell her. This is non-fiction. This is me. This is "meetmeinthelibrary." Please be nice. I don't know if anyone will read this, but I will write it anyways. These are the feeling I hold for one girl. The girl I have loved for years now. The one that will and never can know that I love her. That I love the way she laughs. It sounds like music, like wind chimes, and that every time I hear it my heart stops. She can never know that her eyes mesmerize me. She says they are green. I say they are blue, just like the time at the ocean where we took that picture that will forever remain on my bookshelf. She can never know how her words affect me. How they are a roller coaster, and whatever I cannot see beyond the bend will determine how I am feeling for the rest of the day. She can never know. So I will tell you.
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Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

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