He grabbed my shirt between his thumb and
forefinger, and I looked his way before we parted ways down our
different streets. I looked down a little, fixing my bag on my
back. I touched my dimple because it was the only part of me that
made me feel adorable in a way. I tried to hide the smile though,
because he's got a girlfriend, and she is so pretty.
I heard footsteps though, and I whipped around--could it be? It
was. He smirked a little before catching up. He asked me why I
didn't give him a hug. I laughed and hugged the side of him.
"No, a real one." I rolled my eyes playfully and hugged
him, my cheek placed gently above his heartbeat. I let go, because
friends only have a certain acceptable length that hugs could
be.
I'm not going to put it some abrupt way, but he kissed me right
then. It wasn't the fairytale kind where Prince Charming lifts
up your chin and your heel comes off the ground, but it was all the
same to me. It was long but not really long, yet not short either.
He let go far too early, though I could of kissed him for the rest
of my life and never gotten enough. He made his usual half smile,
and I was sure my dimple was showing proudly.
And I guess it was that moment that I knew I really loved him,
because he had a girlfriend, and there was nothing gain out of the
situation. But it didn't matter to me anymore, I was
happy.
He grabbed my shirt between his thumb and forefinger, and I looked
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