Your Honey Is So Sweet

Again. It happened, again.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I should've expected this.

My mind went in rapid circles.
What to do, what to do....

A knock on my bedroom door drew my attention elsewhere.
"Come in."

"Sophie, dinners done. What's wrong sweetheart?"

Of course my mother noticed. She always does. "Nothing, just watched a sad movie."

And she left.

Rewind. My name is Sophia, Sophia for short. I'm 17 years old. Shorter than average, warm green eyes, or so I've been told. And recently single? I'm assuming I am at least.

You see, I have a serious addiction. An addiction to a girl.

Yes, I'm a lesbian.

And I'm in love with a girl who doesn't seem to ever care how much I love her. Another thing, she lives roughly 5 states away. It's a 764 and a half mile distance from my front door to
hers. Not that I've ever completed this distance. I've never met this girl face to face. Yet I've been in love with her for 3 years.

I know, I know. I'm crazy and I have no idea what I'm talking about. I don't love her, because I don't know her, right? Wrong. I can't explain why I think you're wrong, other than because
everytime I talk to her, everything seems to be a million times better than it really is and the fact that she's the only person I've ever known that I want to hear talk, I want to hear every
single thing she has to say and I hold onto her every word. I just know that what I feel is true.

But this love of mine, has just informed me that she's been dating her ex-boyfriend again for several weeks now. And that they're in love, but she doesn't want to let me go.

Sigh. This ALWAYS happens just when I least expect it.

And this is my story of our relationship and all that became of us.