I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and looked around for her, only to find her on the floor. She looked so peaceful. Adorable, too. It hurt, I want her to be mine more than anything. I want what I imagine, to be real. I'm tired of of just imagining. I'm tired of being her friend. I want to be her girlfriend, her lover. I want to take her hand in marriage as we say I do. I want to give her random kisses and play with her hair as she falls asleep in my arms. I want to start a family with her. I want her to be mine.
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Sorrowful Kiss ✔
Short StoryThey are in love, but that does not necessarily mean that they know it. ©2017; astoryofanotherme
