As I looked over at her, it struck me how beautiful she was. Her hair was blowing carelessly in the wind, a halo on her head. I had the oddest impulse to reach out and touch. See if it was as soft as it looked. Her lips were curled into a soft smile that radiated warmth. I wondered who or what she was thinking of and my heart skipped a beat imagining her smiling for me. 

It's crazy how i never noticed how blue her eyes are. Or how her laughter sounds like summertime. It's strange how I never really looked at her. And suddenly i couldn't stop staring.

Chasing Sunshine

I don't know why I did it. I know Moon loves Spencer. You can see it. All I know is that she looks at me like she's never seen anything more beautiful and that for as long as I can remember, she's been by my side. 


I was less concerned about realising my sexuality and more concerned about what this would mean for our frienship. 


When I opened my eyes, she was there. She's always there. Even when she's not. She's reading a book. 


Her hair is thrown messily into a bun, it's curly, so she showered. I vaguely remember her cleaning me up. Always taking care of me. 


She's beautiful. I won't deny that. She always has been. In a, soft, kind way. She's one of those girls who breath fire when confronted but loves so gently that it made you forget she could. 


I think it's difficult for me to share her because she's just always there. And I know she will be there. And I'm scared that one day, she won't be there because she's there for someone else. 


16 • Saahirah Wilson