This Isn't a Love Story
This isn’t a love story—
not really.
It’s a story between friends...
Two girls who spoke every day
and grew fond of one another
before they knew what was happening.
Sometimes she wonders
what it would be like
to be more.
Sometimes she’s scared
to even think it.
She never imagined herself falling—
not for her,
not like this.
But here she is.
Falling…
She’s always on her mind.
She tells her,
“You’re perfect,”
even when she’s crumbling.
She thinks about the way she’s different—
not despite it,
but because of it.
Could this girl be the one?
She’s falling too…
There’s a crooked smile
she can’t hide when she’s near.
She blushes when her quirks are noticed—
when her faults are called cute.
Their smiles are wide.
Their hearts?
Even wider.
She is her sunshine.
She is her sweetie.
They talk like they’ve known each other
since birth—
yet it’s only been five months.
This isn’t just a love story…
It’s the story of two friends
who spoke every day—
and fell in love.
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