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About this sample
About this sample
Words: 507 |
Page: 1|
3 min read
Published: Jun 6, 2019
Words: 507|Page: 1|3 min read
Published: Jun 6, 2019
Vie binge watches Game of Thrones all day in her living room, walks out of her house and goes to the convenience store wearing only her sweater and pajamas forgetting she hasn’t taken a bath in two days. And yet she still looks perfect in my eyes. She tries to be confident around me and yet forgets that I strip her persona when I’m around. She’s beautiful I admit. And she’s probably starting to realize it. And yet I don’t tell her that. Because she can’t be herself if I put her on a pedestal and treat her differently the way I treat everybody else.
Vie is awkward and kind yet very adamant when it comes to her views and opinions. There are times where I catch myself just staring at her brilliance when we argue about the most mundane of things. Where I just listen to her speak and just think to myself “wow, where are these arguments even coming from” and yet I don’t feel insecure. I don’t feel nervous when I’m around her and yet strangely I still feel the butterflies in my stomach. When she laughs and there’s this sparkle in her eyes I just say to myself “Why does she look so perfect” And yet I hold back, because my bestfriend likes her. I love them both so much.
I want the best for them both. I don’t want to be caught between drama and pain. So I step aside. I give space for them to bloom. I wait and see what happens, to see if they work, to see if they love. And yet my resolve is waning. My sense of self slowly revolves around the idea of me and her being together in a way that works so perfectly even the stars will be jealous of our brilliance.
I want to be the person that holds her hand. I want to be the person that says “goodnight” to her at 3am in the morning after we’ve been calling for almost 4 hours straight and we’re both so tired and sleepy and yet nobody wants to say goodnight first. I want to be the person that tells her it’s going to be okay after she’s had a rough day and to buy her favorite drink when she’s down and sad.
I have a friend named Vie. She’s kind and yet decisive. Soft yet determined. She’s quirky and weird. She cries over the simplest of things and yet is incredibly resilient when the times call for it. She’s very protective of her friends and will even get into arguments for the sake of protecting their reputation. I have a friend named Vie.
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