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Jul 2015 · 339
The Confession of a Friend
The Competitions were in full swing
The stadium full of spectators
The crowd pushing and pulling on the embankment  
The cheers and chants deafening.

I tied the sides of my flag to my ankles and let the flag fly
From the direction of the wind and the location I stood
the flag blew upwards making it look like a cape tied to my ankles.
I laughed at my idioticness while he looked at me and smiled.

He motioned for me to follow him
he brought me to a quiet place and told me
"I've got to tell you something"
My heart started pounding
LOUDLY
We both knew this moment would come
It became awkward  
He spoke again  
"over the time we've known each other , I've come to care for you. "  
And in that moment I became his .
Jul 2015 · 413
The Gentle Prince
What is he like, you ask me.
Hmmm.... To be totally honest I don’t know how to fully express in words or
Actions what he’s like.
To me, he is safety.
To me, he is peace.
To me, he is love.
I feel safe with him.
I feel at peace in his arms.
  
When he looks at me, in his actions, I can see passionate love.      
He is the definition of a gentleman.
When you meet him, you’ll know
Respect runs in his blood
You will come to understand
That this gentle prince,
Raised by a powerful and strong willed queen
Knows no boundaries when it comes to accomplishing things
For the ones he loves.
Not all can see this gentle prince for who he really is.
  
His humour and personality is mesmerizing
A perfect personality to match his perfectly chiselled face.
Part European features and dark beautiful complexion
To me, he is like paint
In the sense that he turns dull boring conversations into emotional,
Humorous and meaningful ones making it beautiful and full of colour
  
When I’m with him, he makes me realise what life is all about
When I’m with him, time flies
When I’m with him, time stops
When I’m with him, it’s like a fantasy
When I’m with him, everything feels real
When I’m with him, I shiver from his warmth
My stomach flips never seem to stop when he talks
My face reddens every time he says a sweet nothing to me
He has become my heart
And I am his.

— The End —