DREAMS PERSPECTIVE:
"Why are you staring at me?" George asks.
Because he's pretty. Freckles dapple his sun kissed face as we lay on the grassy hill together. He was the sun and I was the moon. Two things, more than things, that simply could never line up together. George is simple. He comes as a package, and when you unwrap him, the instructions to put him together are laid out and clear. I'm complex. When I arrive as a package, the string is twisted and you find it a struggle to simply unwrap me. The instructions are in a language only my closest friends can read and understand. Even then they get confused. I have a hopeless crush on someone who I have no chance with. I stare at George because, when I do, vibrant blue butterflies swish like an ocean in my stomach. They stir and whirl and rise to the surface and I have to force them back down. Into the deep, blue abyss of my emotions and feelings. The butterflies normally die down, but it's different with George. He's just- everything. Everything I want, everything I need, everything I love.
"No reason."
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ספרות חובביםhiii what do i put here lol. ok well any tw's (trigger warnings) are at the beginning of the oneshots so u will be warned before reading. pls leave suggestions for stuff like names, ideas, anything! ok enjoy i love u x
