you watched as she hummed softly to herself, petting the horses, who she’d all named herself; she was so beautiful… you had started to work on her father’s farm for the summer to help out, and getting to see her was the only payment you would ever need

you blush as she giggled, feeding the horses some carrots; she looked so angelic and delicate… but you didn’t think she’d even notice you - a mere helper at her father’s farm… you weren’t even sure she liked girls