If she had been given the chance, she would have stopped the time. She wanted to remember it all: the words said the silences breathed in between .... Aware that it would all be over soon, she fixed her eyes on that face again. How to forget those cheeks blushing like beautiful cherry trees in blossom! She laughed at the thought of being categorised for liking men or women. Such dull stereotypes, she thought. As if all men or all women were the same. She was glad she could see through that lie. To say that she loved women or men was damn wrong. Her love could not possibly fit into those suffocating gender boxes. After all, she only loved one person... the person facing her. She loved you.
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