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Their beauty


She wasn't sure. It all happened so fast, so unexpected. Her heart  was broken again.

She he had a boyfriend. One of those different from other boys she had met before. He was like a little gentleman, really sweet. It looked like he really cared about her. He used to give her little gifts. All those things that women 'love'.

She was changing; she was thinking she could finally have her little love story. 

She was wrong… one more time.

All ended with a fucking phone call. That was it. She finally got over him. I mean it was a High school love. 

Months go by and something changed. 

She started to appreciate another kind of beauty. She starts liking soft skin, pink lips and long eyelashes. She doesn’t know what is really going on, but, she likes it… she likes the feeling.

She gets an answer back. She had been dreaming about it for a while now. Long red hair. The hairs on the back of her neck rose. She couldn't handle it. Her hands were sweating. but she felt burning on fire on the inside.  All she wanted, was to kiss those pink lips, touch the soft skin and deeply look into the eyes under those long eyelashes, run her hand across the long red hair. This was the only thing on her mind for months. 

It happened again, a similar person, but, this one had a different type of beauty, the blue hair matched her green-blue eyes. This combination made her go wild.

She couldn’t believe it. It felt like wasted time. Looking and falling for men. When all along it was women she was looking for. Their beauty was so perfect. She started noticing the beauty behind all of them. Every woman was a different world. She was realizing that she was already into that 'new world'. 



She is still waiting for that girl.


                                                                                                                                                       MCH

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