Hello, my love
no. I don't say that last part. I know we're just friends. I smile and say, "hey." Her golden skin glows under the morning sun. Her eyes are lit up like fire in the darkness. Her lips are swept into a beautiful smile that I can't resist, but I must. Resist, I mean.
I dream of kissing her. Holding her in my arms. Being hers and she being mine. I dream of slow dancing at prom, holding her curvaceous body with her gentle arms wrapped around me and her head resting on my chest. I want to hold her hands while I express my love for her. I want to take her home and show her how much I love her.
But she and I walk to class laughing at whatever it is we thought was funny that day. My oddness or some old joke.I long to hold her as we walk but I must resist. I wish I could stare at her all day long. It's hard to keep my eyes from darting her way in class. Sometimes I'll catch her looking at me and she just smiles. I smile back. She's so exceptionally gorgeous and her grin is the most amazing thing I've ever seen it crushes me. I've never felt so happy to go to school in my life. I've never felt so eager to see someone. Our other friend sits on my right and she sits on my left. I tend to forget about that friend because I'm so consumed in her beauty. I wish I could reach out and take her hand, kiss her cheek.
But I can't. My lovely hope... Why do I have hope...
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