Her. (rough draft)

October 3rd, 1:48 am

I don't make the first move.

But I wanted her.

I wanted her in a way that I can't explain.

Like I wanted our souls tied.

Forever.

It was early in the morning.

We lay, talking.

She wants more, but I'm not ready for that.

I refuse to be used. 

I can't.

I'd been before.

 But they never asked. 

Well one did, but I wasn't really attracted to him.

But I could still feel their hands when She touched me.

I tell her I'm not ready.

She's perfect. She'd never force anything. 

So I asked, I blurted, I didn't think at all.

October 3rd, 1:48 am.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

and she said yes.

...

She says a lot of things.