We were walking home, me and the girl I’ve been in love with for over a year. The girl who shares an unspoken love with me. We’re both girls. Bi and Lesbian. Neither of us like anything s*****. We just try to lay low. Nothing is official. Sometimes I’ve questioned if she really loved me back. But at least that one time when we were walking home. Holding hands. She knew she had scared me though we both were laughing hysterically at what had happened. The way she gently rubbed my arm as we calmed down from laughing, talking. She had never done anything like that before. My heart skipped at least ten beats. I pretended to look over at the farm beside us so she wouldn’t see my blush, though I still heard her giggle. I had heard her ask me another silly question, but I couldn’t think. My mind went blank. It was like it was malfunctioning, trying to work right. But the way she held me. The way we were acting like a couple. It all felt so right. So beautiful. It was all I could think about for a moment before being forced back into a world where I knew all of it would eventually come to an end. So I cherished that walk home. These are the beautiful things in life. Blossoming love between a teenage couple. Even if that love must be hidden. Even if a bit star-crossed. The beauty in these moments is what will always matter.

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