My Sunshine

Prologue

Ever since I met her I always felt a little different around her than around my other friends. She's always been there, through all my relationships, she was my support system, my best friend since first grade. She was the shy one and I was the popular girl, even though we were polar opposites I still felt a connection to her, when I heard someone say something behind her back I always defended her. Even though I loved being her bestfriend I always thought something was missing, her hair, her eyes, her smile: I thought about it all night while I was in bed, running my hands down her body, planting my lips on her, the heat running through both of our bodies while we touched, of course it never really happened but I always wondered if she felt the same. The love I had for her, it was different from all the others, it felt more real, even though we never did those things, she was the only thing on my mind throughout my teen years. I knew she probably didn't feel the same way; I knew it would never happen but always wanted it to, I wanted to kiss her at night, and cuddle but on the other hand, I had so much lust for her body, I wanted it to be mine. Then I remembered the time we were dared to kiss during a sleepover back in middle school, the shyness in her eyes before it happened, but after she blushed until we went bed, we only talked about that day once, she said she wanted to forget about it, I cried so much that day, but those eyes, they made me think maybe, just maybe I had a chance with her, and I wanted to give it a shot.