strive & survive

bear no chains

i used to think i was straight

even though i never found any of the boys in my classes attractive

or even the girls

well, not till i met her

the first time i saw her is a time i'll never forget

its forever in my mind

she was a short timid blonde

a new student

she had stumbled over her words as she excused herself from being late to class

she was beautiful

she had chubby cheeks and stormy gray eyes

she was graceful yet so clumsy

she was mesmerizing

addictive

the first time we spoke, it was i stumbling over words

"so, ah shit.. what's you're name?"

"Emily"

she had a beautiful name

we became good friends

with each passing day i learned her favorite color was brown and she loved the smell of cinnamon

after each day she became more and more beautiful to i

if that's even possible

sometimes she'd catch me staring

i just couldn't help myself

every time we spoke or touched

she gave me butterflies and sweaty palms

i knew my feelings for her were real