My friend Gemma moved in that day, she was scared, sad, betrayed, she didn't eat much, nor slept. She won't talk to me, I don't really like that, I want to hear what she has to say, I want to be able to hear her voice. I want her to feel safe, and happy, that she has a home. When we were younger.
12 years of age now, and I think i'm starting to have feelings for Gemma, but i'm afraid to tell her. She still won't talk to me, she will somewhat, but not like it used to be. I want her to talk to me, I love her and I wanna hear her voice again.
It's been a couple days, and Gemma finally talked to me, we cried, we laughed, we yelled, but it's a moment I won't forget and I hope she won't. In that moment I never felt so close to Gemma then I ever had. When we were done talking, we just stared at each other's eyes for a minute and we both leaned in, closer and closer to each other, until the door opened to show the face of my mom.
24 years old and i'm at the park underneath the tree where me and Gemma met for the first time I stood there waiting with some flowers, chocolate, and a teddy bear, waiting hoping that Gemma got the note on bed telling her to meet me here at this exact spot. I was so scared, I looked like a fool just standing there like an idiot, but it was worth it. Gemma arrive until 10 to 20 minutes after I left the note on my bed. She came walking, I turned around and turned red like a tomato, and I just stared at her for a few moments and I said, " Gemma, Ive liked you for a few years since I was 12 and now that we're older I guess I wanted to tell you before you move out." When I said that she just stared at me and a tear rolled down her cheek. Then, the unexpected happened, she kissed me. I just froze. When my nerves finally calmed down I accepted the kiss and gave in more. When we stopped we said what we held in for a long time, and held a hug for as long as we could.