Words that weren't spoken

Words that weren't spoken

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(Alternate reading girl, boy, girl, boy, and so on) He knows me like the back of his hand She knew me like the traces of lines on her palm. We didn't grew up together like childhood lovers do We didn't met and got together quick whispering to each other how it was fate's work. We had our ups and downs. Fights, mishaps, and make-ups. I courted her but there was never an "us" actually. Yet even so we met and got to experienced first time love magic. Yet blissful moments don't last long, everything ends. And at the end of our ride, there was something I needed to tell her. I wasn't able to tell him Yet I was too embarrassed to speak up I was too afraid, to say the words that weren't spoken... If only I've known then I would've said it to her multiple times... "I love you" "I'm dying..."
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Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out. ***** It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.

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