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She wakes up, his arm wrapped around her waist, his face so close to hers that she can see his eyes flickering behinds the lids. She loves and hates this part. This is the part before he wakes up and pretends nothing happened, that last night didn't happen, that they are just friends. He pretends he didn't whisper to her that she was special, that she was different, that she was the only one. Because when he wakes up, when he leaves the bed, he's no longer hers, no longer her version of him. He leaves and lets her sleep longer, even though she doesn't, let's her dress in private, even though she'd love him to watch, he kisses her on the fo

She sat cross legged in the middle of her double bed, the sheets crumpled and tangled around her. Taking a deep breath she tried to clear her mind, but dripping noise distracted her peace. Sleep was evading her, the thoughts in her head too busy to rest. Her body too seemed to buzz with tension, she tugged at her t-shirt, feeling it brush over her sensitive skin. She sighed leaning back and stared at the ceiling. The night’s events playing out in front of her like a projected screen. They’d both said stuff they shouldn’t have, touched nerves they knew would hurt. But at the same time it had to be said. They couldn’t l

A shadow through the grasses, A gust blowing leaves. He is as shy as a leopard, A knowing eye that all sees. But behind all the wildness Is a man I truly know, For as precious as his love may be I'm the only one he'll show. A riddle he may seem, But one I alone can solve, I in turn depend on him, It's him around I revolve.

You know that feeling you get, when something is happening but you don't quite believe it. It's like getting a kitten out of the blue. You just walk into the room and its sitting there all innocently in its basket staring at you with its big beautiful brown eyes, and your first thought is that if this is real it won't last for long and really your Mum will say that you're just keeping for a friend. I got that exact same feeling one day while sitting in my college cafeteria. There was a guy, there's always that one guy. He was out of my league, so I'd only ever actually spoken to him inside my head. He lived in my day dreams; in my fantasies