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New femmeslash (heres to femmeslash love<3). Not the best, but it's still cute. Dedicated to my secret love. Enjoy<3
I Feel You In My Heart
It’s just a simple day, except for the fact that I’m with her, which makes it amazing.
We lay in the snow under a tree, gloved hand in hand, staring up at the clear blue sky.
I never imagined it could be this way when I would stare at her dreamily in the hallways, thinking she didn’t even know I existed. I wanted so badly to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful I found her, to admit that she haunted my dreams. But I held my tongue. And one day, she simple started speaking to me as if it was the easiest thing in the world, and I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop blushing. And I remember her telling me how cute it was, and I wished I knew how she meant it. But I knew she could never want me. My shy, intelligent nature could never match up to her, being so outgoing and courageous. She was amazing, and I was nothing.
She began to talk to me more and more, and I began to find it easier to talk to her without tripping over my words. We began to walk to classes together, which evolved into casual walks around the grounds of the school. I still remember how shocked I was when she invited me to go into town with her-an entire day with her all to myself was too good to be true. And I remember that first kiss on the bench outside the candy shop, my heart feeling like it would jump out of my chest when she leaned towards me. I remember her soft lips on mine, and I ran my fingers through her long, beautiful hair just like I had always dreamed I would. And when she asked me to be hers, I could barely contain my excitement as I squeaked a “yes”. She laughed so hard at that.
Being hers was better than I could have dreamt. Walking down the halls hand in hand never failed to make me smile. And each time she kissed me, I could feel my heart skip a beat and my stomach fill with butterflies. I couldn’t imagine that life could get any better.
As I lay here with her, I turn and observe how beautiful she is-the red shimmer of her hair, the deep brown of her earth-shattering eyes, the milky white of her skin, the characteristic freckles on her face-no one could ever match her in my eyes. She turns around and smiles at me. “What are you thinking about?” she asks thoughtfully.
I blush. She smiles. “How beautiful you are,” I reply.
She reaches out and touches my check. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she says softly. “I think you’re more than beautiful.” She leans over and kisses me.
“I love you, Cho,” she says, a serious look on her face. I’m shocked; she has never said it before. I feel as if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders-one I didn’t even know existed.
“I love you too, Ginny,” I say, leaning in to kiss her. It is more than the truth, and I know I do not desire to kiss anyone else ever again.
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Fin