I kissed you under the mistletoe
Silently, secretly, afraid to let our cover blow
But we had to do it, it was Christmas time
I was yours and you were mine
Diano smiled as he booted up the laptop. Once he was in, he double-clicked on the MSN icon. It hadn't finished logging in when a message popped up. It was Andy.
I took a major step and came out to my mother almost a year ago but believe me it has taken me equally long to process it.
"Hello! This is a common formula in many movies. If something doesn't work out, take a break. Come back another day." Energy started fiddling with the buttons to set his training routine.
I have no doubt that the moment I laid eyes on you; I felt a never-before experienced connection – a connection over which I had absolutely no control.
I wonder if you think of me
On those sleepless moonlit nights
Of what we could have been
if you had said yes
Dreams of the texture of your hair…
"Er... His name is Cute." Summer said trying to clear the misunderstanding. She had forgotten to point at Cute when she made the introduction.
Gazing into my own eyes in the mirror, I finally said those three words I was afraid to say for such a long time.
Summer brought out the cage they'd bought in advance. She folded a clean towel and placed it inside the cage, to cushion the base.
"He's the naughtiest of the three, always full of energy and running around. It's sad that I've to restrict them to the box.
Was I straight? I hadn’t been for a while, and a last couple of years had been a fight, a complete rewriting of myself.
To be honest… I hated that fruit, and each bite was like poison to my taste buds.
Out of the blue he quizzed, “Have you ever tasted an avocado?”. “Never… why do you ask?” I replied, amused by the question’s randomness.
People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.
As soon as the event was over, they went back to their desks. Oliver wondered whether he should join any of the support groups.
"Man. You are acting strange. You stood me up last night and you don't think I need to know what made you do that. You've never done this before." Energy pressed on.
Our conversation had lulled soon after she had told me about last September.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
"Because you can never really know a person unless you meet them face to face." Summer knew it was a sensitive topic.
I have always wondered how it is that we go from not knowing anything at all to understanding that boys and girls are different.