YOU ARE MINE !
Autumn was beautiful and vibrant.
Just now, we had exited the coffee shop. "Come on, let's be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice," she had chuckled as we passed and dragged me inside.
I'm not a coffee person. I have never. It was the nicest thing I'd ever tasted, though, when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes as I drank it.
Where she grabbed my hand, there was still a thrill.
With our beverages in hand, we strolled into the park as a light drizzle started to fall. I pulled up my hood and slumped my shoulders as she reached into her bag and drew out an umbrella.
She laughed and dragged me along with her beneath the awning, telling me not to be ridiculous. Her laughter made me chuckle as well.
Who do you love? She muttered, and I turned my head away. I wanted to repeatedly say "you" to you. The only person I can ever think of is you. You're beautiful, sweet, and amusing.
I looked down at my cup instead and shrugged my shoulders.
She gave me a wry smile as she gazed at me. "Will you share yours with me if I share mine?"
Okay, I replied.
"You are the person I like," I said.
**I drop my drink. **
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