Penny for your thoughts.

Fireworks

I don't know why I am writing this right now. Spilling out my deepest and darkest secrets to earn a penny for them.

I mean, I don't mind. I have always wanted a place to vent. I can't really share this with anyone else.

I know my friends. They are snitches. I love them, but. They are snitches.

Well, where should I begin?

I love her.

Her wavy hair and that beautiful apricot color it carries. I love all of it.

It's honestly perplexing.

Every time she looks at me with that beautiful smile, fireworks burst in my heart. Then all the heat my heart can't contain rushes to my face.

I have overused the excuse that it's too hot & now my friend group believes I am chronically ill. It's quite the task to convince them otherwise.

My friends are loyal. She is also their friend. So they are loyal to her too. They aren't 'snitches.' They just love her more. It's too obvious. But I understand. She is too beautiful in soul and body to be ignored.

She has a ton of guy friends vying for her attention, but I have it all.

Even among us girlfriends, we are the closest. I worked hard for it. Showing her special attention, taking care of her, feeding her endlessly, etc. I pray she doesn't think of me as a kind older sister. That will honestly burst TNTs in my heart rather than fireworks.

Well, I think I have said too much. I don't know if someone will be reading this, and I don't know if I can successfully remain an anonymous writer, but I would hate to overshare & the clock is ticking. As a college student, I am endlessly busy.

Just so you know. I love her.

Like really, really love her. Like, love her to the moon and back. I probably should end it here. I could write words of love worth a page. But I'm sure you get the gist of it.

Bye.

~ She, who is not the older sister.