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1:12 am I sit up in bed. I can’t love her. It’s impossible. Dark long curls Smatterings of freckles Bright pink lips with an even brighter mind. The way she kissed me A burning passion that set fire in my core The way her hands held mine and explored in between my thighs. Our friendship had all the promises of a love affair. Impossible. I couldn’t love her. She was like a forbidden fruit that I long to taste time and again. We were two lonely girls who found solace in each other. Desperate for affection and attention. Ours was a false love story But it didn’t make it any less true.

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