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She


She once told me that she liked my shoes

The next day we became friends

She played the flute

and I played percussion

 

She invited me to take pictures with her

It was the first night I really met her

She was vulnerable

and I was not

 

She came out to me that October

I never would have guessed

She was gay

and I was straight

 

She was my bestfriend

Soon after, I fell in love with her

She was oblivious

and I had a secret

 

She cried when I came out

Things changed after that

She was gay 

and so was I

 

She became my girlfriend

Hopefully she will be my wife

She played flute

and I played percussion

 

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