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Six months ago we met: she had a spare ticket for a concert, told her friend to bring a plus one. Her friend brought me along as my birthday present.
I can remember dancing with her right in front of the stage, her body pressed up against mine, the music pounding in our ears, people jumping up and down on every side, but all of a sudden it was just the two of us. I can still remember the different coloured lights reflecting off her gorgeous dark hair and that stunning smile on her face.
It was the best birthday present ever: not the concert, seeing one of my favourite bands live, but meeting her.
Just two months onwards, I found myself round her house, just for an hour or so after spending a day out with friends. I can still remember that first kiss, her soft lips against mine, how she held me and whispered in my ear: "Bry... you're amazing... I know you deserve so much better than me, but..."
She never finished the sentence, I pulled her into a tight embrace and we kissed again, it was such a powerful, magical moment.
We have your differences, we've argued; we even split up for a day. A day. Yet those 24 hours were the worst of my life.
I didn't cry that much when I split up with other people, I didn't cry that much when my Nan died, I didn't cry that much when I left school, I didn't cry that much when my family discovered that I self harm and my mother broke down in tears, I didn't cry that much even when my ex boyfriend attempted to abuse me and I found myself spending the night stranded in a strange town, alone.
But that awful time when we weren't together, it eventually brought us closer.
There are scars on my body, from years of self abuse. At times I wish they were gone, that they were never there, but she doesn't freak out, she isn't disappointed, she accepts them as "me", and constantly tells me they are beautiful. She wouldn't change them for the world.
There is something so, so special about her.
Is it her gorgeous personality, that shine in her eyes when she laughs?
Is it that cheeky grin she gives me when she randomly gropes my rear in public, the casual "It wasn't me!" as she looks around with mock astonishment?
Is it her amazing sense of humour? So quick-witted, every joke she comes out with has me in hysterics, even if no one else finds it funny. And all the private jokes we share, the way she tips her head back and laughs while everyone else gawps at us like we're mad. I wouldn't mind: at least we'd be mad together.
Is it her great music taste? Anything comes on, whether it be ACDC, Lady Gaga or Robbie Williams, and she'll be up and singing along. She loves anything, she doesn't care.
Is it how strong she is, even when her dad hits her and threatens her? She doesn't let people see how much it gets to her, and she lives life to the fullest.
Or is it her more sensitive side, the side nobody ever sees except for me?
Is it the way she'll sit and listen, as I spill out stuff I've never told anyone, not even my counsellor, my parents or my best friend of eleven years, and she'll always manage to say exactly the right thing?
Is it the way she'll occasionally break down into tears after her dad has hit her, and I'm the one she comes looking for? I wish I could just come out and say exactly the right thing to her, like she does for me, but it's so hard. It tears me apart to see her upset, and so many times I've been tempted to pay her dad a visit with a baseball bat. I'm not a violent person, but nobody hurts my beautiful girl and gets away with it.
Is it the sweet "goodnight" texts I get every night before I go to bed?
Is it the romantic evenings we spend in her hot tub in the back garden? That despite we're in the middle of a housing estate, we could be in the middle of nowhere, away from all civilisation, just the two of us?
Or the little things,
The way she brushes my hair behind my ear,
That intent look she gets while concentrating,
Her dazzling dark hair, the way it flows so elegantly down her back.
The stunning colour of her eyes, not just brown, but gorgeous dark chestnut, tinted with a pretty olive colour. Just one of many features that show off her beautiful, Italian inheritance.
It's all of these things, and so much more that make her so special.
She might not be the "one" or maybe she might be, we don't know, but we both understand that. But for now, she makes me so, so happy.
You're so special to me babe, you mean the world to me.
I love you Elena, I love you so, so much xxxxx
I can remember dancing with her right in front of the stage, her body pressed up against mine, the music pounding in our ears, people jumping up and down on every side, but all of a sudden it was just the two of us. I can still remember the different coloured lights reflecting off her gorgeous dark hair and that stunning smile on her face.
It was the best birthday present ever: not the concert, seeing one of my favourite bands live, but meeting her.
Just two months onwards, I found myself round her house, just for an hour or so after spending a day out with friends. I can still remember that first kiss, her soft lips against mine, how she held me and whispered in my ear: "Bry... you're amazing... I know you deserve so much better than me, but..."
She never finished the sentence, I pulled her into a tight embrace and we kissed again, it was such a powerful, magical moment.
We have your differences, we've argued; we even split up for a day. A day. Yet those 24 hours were the worst of my life.
I didn't cry that much when I split up with other people, I didn't cry that much when my Nan died, I didn't cry that much when I left school, I didn't cry that much when my family discovered that I self harm and my mother broke down in tears, I didn't cry that much even when my ex boyfriend attempted to abuse me and I found myself spending the night stranded in a strange town, alone.
But that awful time when we weren't together, it eventually brought us closer.
There are scars on my body, from years of self abuse. At times I wish they were gone, that they were never there, but she doesn't freak out, she isn't disappointed, she accepts them as "me", and constantly tells me they are beautiful. She wouldn't change them for the world.
There is something so, so special about her.
Is it her gorgeous personality, that shine in her eyes when she laughs?
Is it that cheeky grin she gives me when she randomly gropes my rear in public, the casual "It wasn't me!" as she looks around with mock astonishment?
Is it her amazing sense of humour? So quick-witted, every joke she comes out with has me in hysterics, even if no one else finds it funny. And all the private jokes we share, the way she tips her head back and laughs while everyone else gawps at us like we're mad. I wouldn't mind: at least we'd be mad together.
Is it her great music taste? Anything comes on, whether it be ACDC, Lady Gaga or Robbie Williams, and she'll be up and singing along. She loves anything, she doesn't care.
Is it how strong she is, even when her dad hits her and threatens her? She doesn't let people see how much it gets to her, and she lives life to the fullest.
Or is it her more sensitive side, the side nobody ever sees except for me?
Is it the way she'll sit and listen, as I spill out stuff I've never told anyone, not even my counsellor, my parents or my best friend of eleven years, and she'll always manage to say exactly the right thing?
Is it the way she'll occasionally break down into tears after her dad has hit her, and I'm the one she comes looking for? I wish I could just come out and say exactly the right thing to her, like she does for me, but it's so hard. It tears me apart to see her upset, and so many times I've been tempted to pay her dad a visit with a baseball bat. I'm not a violent person, but nobody hurts my beautiful girl and gets away with it.
Is it the sweet "goodnight" texts I get every night before I go to bed?
Is it the romantic evenings we spend in her hot tub in the back garden? That despite we're in the middle of a housing estate, we could be in the middle of nowhere, away from all civilisation, just the two of us?
Or the little things,
The way she brushes my hair behind my ear,
That intent look she gets while concentrating,
Her dazzling dark hair, the way it flows so elegantly down her back.
The stunning colour of her eyes, not just brown, but gorgeous dark chestnut, tinted with a pretty olive colour. Just one of many features that show off her beautiful, Italian inheritance.
It's all of these things, and so much more that make her so special.
She might not be the "one" or maybe she might be, we don't know, but we both understand that. But for now, she makes me so, so happy.
You're so special to me babe, you mean the world to me.
I love you Elena, I love you so, so much xxxxx
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Random conversation,
Talking together, just like friends,
Or at least I thought
'So, you're straight, right?'
No
I screwed up.
Saying something like that
In front of a homophobe
Like you.
What was I thinking?
You back away,
You hate me now.
'You're a freak!
Against the word of God!'
You scream in front of everyone.
How'd this subject come up?
Why'd you ask me?
Do you hate me now?
Questions left unanswered,
As you ran away.
Are we not friends anymore?
I haven't seen you since
After a few months,
I enter a same-sex relationship.
You're in the hallway,
As we walk by.
'Fags.'
Last word
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I'm not usually so soppy, lol look at what she's brought me to
Written for the #TheLesbianClub's contest Why She's Special.
Its the first contest I've really entered, but I really wanted to share a bit about the amazing girl in my life with you all
Hope you all like it
Written for the #TheLesbianClub's contest Why She's Special.
Its the first contest I've really entered, but I really wanted to share a bit about the amazing girl in my life with you all
Hope you all like it
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beautiful.......*claps very quietly*