i guess i'll be updating this story in paragraph form. two paragraphs each. unlike part 1, i did not continually edit. again, quoting ms. erykah badu, "keep in mind that i'm an artist and i'm sensitive about my shit"
I do know her personally; I'm not one of those creeps admiring the back of her head from my assigned seat. We've hung out outside of school. Nor am I one of those best friends concealing attraction. We're just friends, except she knows what I want with her. I'd like to think that the attraction's mutual, but I'm starting to think otherwise. I'm not her convenient lover, but every time we progress in this pseudo relationship of ours, Amy does some fucked up shit, like ignore me a whole day at school.
It's Monday and just Saturday we shared what I thought was an intense moment. It was one of those things where you're wrapped in a hug, throwing body heat, and creating sexual tension. She was feeling the situation too, but when I moved in for a kiss, Amy turned her face, letting my lips brush her blushing cheek. Embarrassing. I knew she wanted to kiss, but she won't until we're in a real relationship. So we talked about it, it was slightly confrontational. How unreal is my attraction to her? It's been a seven year crush. Who else would wait for seven whole years without any type of sexual contact besides holding hands, but me? I even give her space and when she ignores me, I don't whine to her about it. I do love her and Amy, well she's Amy. She doesn't not like me.
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