I Can't Believe You're Mine
It was a glorious, colorful autumn.
Weโd just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, โCโmon, letโs be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!โ
I donโt like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing Iโd ever tasted.
My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
โDonโt be silly,โ she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldnโt help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
โSo Avaโฆโ She began. I knew this tone of voice, itโs dangerous.
โWho do you like?โ She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, โyou, you, a thousand times you...
