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“Quit undressing me with your eyes.” I playfully turned my body from her. “I feel violated.”
I’m gonna die. And my last moment on this earth will not be me fighting to my death heroically. No, I will go out screaming like a little girl.
Something about young guys together really made girls swoon.
Maybe we were all struggling in some way to accept our true selves; whether we be religious kids, popular athletes, or outcasts. And for some people, maybe that struggle never ended. Not until they found someone who understood them and accepted the parts they thought were imperfect. We just needed someone to see our imperfections and love them anyway.
