«They're so pretty it hurts, I'm not talking about boys, I'm talking about girls »
Dear Vika
Little sunshine.
I miss you, you know ? I miss this tightness of my heart when you are here.
I miss this physical proximity, which made me want to hold your hand. I wanted it so much. It was so difficult to stop myself doing it ! I had butterflies, not only in my stomach but in my whole body when you were near. In my hands. And in my head. I couldn't think when you were there. I was trying to say something but they were numbing my mind. I loved it.
I loved you, and I loved the effect of your presence on me.
You know... You were the first.
My first assumed "crush" was on a girl of my school. But nothing never happened between us before we became friends at the begining of September.
She is straight. It is what she told me when I told her I liked her. We were in middle school.
But you, one of the first thing you told me was your bisexuality. So I had my chance. You were the first who let something happens between us, even only in dreams.
In October, you show me I was right to believe you can love me. It was wonderful, wasn't it ? An idyllic love story. Two girls falling in love in October. Very queer thing, isn't it ?
But... I don't know what hapenned. Do you ?
Months passed. You came less, and less in high school. Why?
Did you run away ? Did you run away ?
I don't know
But... do you ?
Do you know ?
...
Grandiose, la vie, que j'avais inventée, pour toi, la vie qu'on nous vend bien cachée
Une vie comme ça, n'existe pas,
En tout cas entre toi et moi, n'est-ce pas ?
Je reste là, les bras ouverts
H
16•02•2023
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heal my [broken] heart
Non-Fictionepistolary non fiction novella about someone who lost their heart in a blue-grey gaze ***ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~~ꜱʏᴍʟ~~*** was poetical at first and supposed to stay poetical but the last one is a scream This is not a love story.