i was at a party when i first laid eyes on her. she was pouring herself a drink as 'Scar Tissue' blared from the speakers beside her. her hair was blonde, and her nails were painted.
that's what drew me to her, the song choice. Red Hot Chilli Peppers were easily my favourite band of all time, and this song was the one i listened to whenever i felt upset. but when i saw her, i knew i'd never be sad again.
she was beautiful. she was amazing.
i needed to get to know her, i needed to be able to have a reason to fall in love with her.
',but wait,' i thought to myself, 'she wouldn't like me.'
i took one more longing look at her, and as i turned to walk away back into the crowded living room, her eyes locked onto mine. my mouth opened slightly, and a breathe escaped my lips.
she smiled at me, and i nodded slowly as she looked to the staircase behind me. she placed her drink down, and walked past me, grabbing onto my hand as she passed me.
our fingers interlocked and it felt like my hand was made just to hold onto hers.
she lead me upstairs, into the first empty bedroom we saw.
we tumbled onto the bed, as her hands felt up my waist.
i quietly prayed to God, and after i whispered 'amen,' i felt what might be the most amazing feeling i have ever felt.
after that, i didn't see that girl around ever again.
i never even learnt her name.
after asking around, it seemed like no one had known her. like i was the only person to ever witness her existence.
she was a whirlwind, she was my first.
a few months went by, and i slowly started to forget about her. not fully, but it was good enough. i was no longer heartbroken.
she was a one time stand, nothing more. welcome to the life of adults.
it was a year later, when i saw her again. and she was still as effortlessly gorgeous as the last time i laid eyes on her.
i'd always known i wasn't straight, normal. i had never done anything about it though, i had had my fair share of boyfriends but they never did anything for me. not like her. i lost it to her, i lost everything.
when i saw her again, she smiled. i ignored her.
i didn't want to see her.
i had decided i was going to be normal.
however, the more i ignored, the more she tried.
no, i couldn't let her back into my life.
i got a boyfriend, i was happy. his name was Austin. i loved him.
me and Austin got married, when we were 23. i loved him.
we had our first child, a beautiful daughter. i loved her.
when we were 26, and our daughter was 2, we had a son. i loved him.
i started a new job, and that is when i saw her again. Scar Tissue. My Scar Tissue.
it seemed like she had forgotten about me, and we became friends. she had a beautiful wife, whom i envied in silence. they were trying to adopt a daughter, their lives were all sorted out.
as me and Scar Tissue got closer, i realised i loved her.
suddenly my world wasn't orbiting around Austin, and our 2 beautiful children.
it revolved around her.
but her world revolved around her wife.
so, i went back to loving in silence.
i loved her.
and i did. until the day i died, buried next to Austin as my children cried beside our graves. forever known as the perfect mother, wife, daughter.
me: idk if this works right or sounds right but like LMAO
