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G. Elena
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December 19 - December 19, 2023
Sir.
“You’re something, Mr. Santos,”
“Who was it?”
“Necesito saber.”
“Yes, sir,”
“Me haces pensar en cosas que no son inocentes.
I want her desperately. No, I need her desperately.
If he wants me to be a sunflower, then I’m his.
The veins on his hand make me go hot.
“Ven aquí, Girasol,”
“Girasoles? Para mí?” he
“You can do whatever you want with me, Girasol.”
“I’m so proud of you, bebita.”
“Tan bonita, Girasol,”
There’s something bubbling under the surface and it’s an emotion that’s been pushed down for so long in my life that I kind of forgot how it feels. It’s not the same kind of feeling when you love someone platonically. No, this particular feeling creates a ripple in the world. Your heart beats differently. Your literal chemistry gets realigned for this person.
“You’ve got a way with your words, Mr. Santos.”
“Entonces ven, daddy,”
“I’ll be your peace.”
“Girasoles,” I tease. “Para mí?”
“Sí, Girasol. Para tí. Mi hermosa flor. Mi flor favorita,”
“I love you, Arlo.”
“Te amo más de lo que mi corazón puede contener. Arde por ti. Cada fibra de mi ser te llama.”
“Mi hermosa flor. Siempre seré tuyo.”
“Te amaré por todos mis días, Clementine.”
“You wore this for me?”
My person. I’ve found him and I’m never letting him go.
“Girasol, me has dado más de lo que podría pedir. Te amo, mucho. Para siempre. Durante el resto de mi vida, Girasol. Ambos. Mi Girasol y mi bebe.”
