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Anna
Zoe’s kissing me. I’m kissing Zoe. Her hands are all over my hair. She’s pulling me to her and I let her. As our lips meet again and again, I keep thinking of the words she had Hanya Yanagihara write in the book she gave me—for Valentine’s Day, of all things.
To Anna,
It’s our differences that make us unique and beautiful.
I’m still at a loss for words because of it, so kissing Zoe some more seems like the best option right now. So I do. Because I really, really want to. One of the first things I noticed about her, were her shiny, glossy lips—and I can’t believe I’m kissing them now. That I get to press mine against them is more than a treat, more than something I perhaps dreamed of happening someday far away: it’s a revelation. That’s the only possible word for it. I revel i
