tangled hair and tangled fingers—she squeezed my hand between her slender fingers and rested her head on my shoulder. when i was fifteen, it was normal for girls to be this close. now, when i'm seventeen, it's still just as acceptable as it was two years ago.
because two girls can't be anything more than friends, and if they act like it—they are probably just being girls.
the class was full of clamour and the teacher didn't show up but here she was, leaning against me with her glasses balanced crookedly on her small nose and her eyes focused on her book.
she was always reading.
"i'm bored,"
i had lied, just wanting to see the tiniest scrunch of her nose as she tells me to fuck off and i smiled once she did exactly the same, pointing at paragraph of her book that i had no interest in.
while she began to explain what is happening in the book and why this author is the best author she has come across, i just sat there and contemplated silently as to what the hell was it about her that made me so happy. she was a girl. why do i have these feelings for a girl?
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falling out of love
Non-Fiction[complete] i'm falling out of love, and it is the strangest feeling i have come across. highest ranking- #6
