I might be in love with Luna.
I've known her my whole life. Our mothers were friends when we were tiny. In kindergarten she was my buddy for everything. In elementary school she sat in the desk next to me whenever possible. In middle school we talked about boys together and made friendship bracelets.
High school sort of changed things. In my head at least. The boys we used to gush over lost there appeal. I wanted someone else. Someone who still wanted the boys.
High school came and she became lovely. Oh so lovely. So lovely I lost my breathe if I looked too long.
I pick her flowers before school and she thinks it's cute because she's my best friend but it's much more important to me.
Because she is lovely to me.
And I want to be lovely to her.
It's lame and short I'm sorry but starting is hard.
