I've felt lust towards another girl before. That is nothing new to me.
This is special.
I love her laugh, her voice, the sparkle she gets in her eyes just before she's about to speak. I love looking behind me in the mirror to see if she's watching me as I dance. I love her hugs. I love the feel of her lips on my forehead. I love the random little texts she sends me throughout the day just to make me smile. I love the way she talks about the moon. I love the wild curls of her hair. I love the hearts and flowers she draws on my arms.
Lolita, Lolita, Lolita.
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