DiFfErEnT PeRsPeCtIvEs :):):

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 10, 2017

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Submitted: February 10, 2017



Her breasts seemed to curve in such a magnificent way in her blue shirt, the one I adored so much and the one that brought out her green eyes. Her skin was as smooth as silk and I could run my hand up and down her arm, but I knew I shouldn't. I simply could not. She was all too perfect for me and I knew I could never be with someone like that. You never knew what perfection was until you laid your eyes on her. She seemed to make all the curiosities you had in the world have a meaning. That's what I loved most about her. She sat there next to me, shivering. She always did like to have the windows open, even when it was mid December and the snow would start to stick to the ground. The first time I put my arm around her was like finding a missing puzzle piece. It made me feel complete. I wish we could have stayed there forever. She saw the worst in me and still wanted to stay. Someone like that didn't deserve to be hurt. She depended on me like I was her oxygen. It made me sad in a way because I still thought she deserved better. I knew she loved me. She never even had to say it. The way she would worry about me if i didn't eat or if I wasn't smiling was plenty to know that she loved and cared about me. I couldn't be with someone like that. I wanted to tell her so bad but I couldn't. I was in love with her but I had to keep telling her that I didn't feel the same. The way her eyes didn't light up anymore when I told her I didn't love her broke my heart but I had to act like everything was okay. She smiled. She smiled at me with no lightness in her eyes, and said okay. I didn't want to hurt her. If anything I wanted to hold her in that very moment and tell her that everything was going to be okay. She was perfect for me. Too perfect. And I had to let her go. And the saddest thing is, she kept holding onto me. She never looked at any other man the way she looked at me. I couldn't ruin perfection and that's why I had to say no. 

-maybe this is why you tell me no

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