Another night in bed with this woman, this beautiful, sweet woman.. I can’t help but love her. The passion and deep feelings that spill out every time I’m with her is hard to contain.

I know it’s wrong, it’s disgusting if I’m honest but how can something so apparently horrible feel so right?

Its a funny thing how people have so many things to be afraid of.. but yet they choose Love. I can’t love her and I can’t do anything about it. People find it disgusting. My reputation won’t suffer because of a slip up of feelings. No matter how much I yearn for her

I get up from her warm bed, the feeling of comfort now gone and feeling like a splash to the face. I gather my clothes, slip them on quickly and try to make my way out quietly but to my dismay I hear her beautiful voice.. calling out to me: “Alina..?”

“Head back to bed. I’m going back to my dorm. I don't need to be caught in her with you.” I spoke with a stoic and calm expression, not revealing my true feelings that seem to always be on the tip of my tongue