".....but, I Love You" he whispers, as he spins me again, now, we stand facing each other, swaying back and forth with the music. I feel my heart pumping blood faster than it ever has as my cheeks flush red. I smile a little, and then look at him, this messy guy, with every part of him touched with perfection, loves me back. I see a shine in his eyes, and a broad smile, filled with happiness, which sure mirrors mine. As the song comes to an end, he pulls me closer and does something I've been waiting for- his warm pink lips touch mine, and I feel something inside me, like the bars have broken, and a warm feeling is occupying my body. The biological heart that pumped blood had been replaced by the metaphorical one, pumping love, keeping me alive!
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Parallel Lines
Fiksyen RemajaThe Thing About being best friends with someone is that you don't need to hide your flaws and they are here for you. But the best part is that when they are next to you, in every situation, they provide you strength. Read "Parallel Lines" to disco...
