"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.
She was worried about Cute. She hoped he wasn't into bad company or doing drugs.
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.
I feel a little lost. I do not understand how I ended up where I am today. Well, that’s not the entire truth. I know, factually at least, how I ended up here.
Women stare at other women, so much that even men cannot compete