Reflection

you think you know someone, right?
and then you ask stupid questions

>i'm sorry to ask, but are you into girls?

holding your phone, you're frozen.
you're afraid.
what if she thinks you're weird?
girls shouldn't like girls.
but you've never seen it as wrong.

>well, maybe a little. i'm not sure.

barely comprehending the words on the screen,
you jump.
you have a chance!
you thought she'd reject you.
what do you do now? she knows you've read the message.
you reply.

>lit.
 
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Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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