You. You and your blonde hair, and hazel eyes. You, with that perfect smile that makes me want to take you away to another world. Just me and… you. You with your Christian family, pray every night. Church every Sunday. Me. With my flawed, family. My gay sister. My happy family. Us. Saying I love you every night, like the words belong to us. And because of me. Because of you. Because of us. I’ll never say those words again… to you.
I love your writing!