#enough yearning

the first girl i fell in love with was a dancer (we'd danced together on stage as a part of performance). she used to buy me cheap plastic rings because i loved (still do) rings. she used to help me tie ghungroos (it's a musical instrumental anklet people wear). she used to help me feel a little less bad about being a horrible dancer. she used to help me tame my (curly & thick) hair. she used to argue with the makeup artist because she knew i didn't (don't) like the feeling of heavy makeup on my face. she used to make me feel less bad about the fact that i wore glasses, and scold the other kids who bullied me bc i wore them. i could go on and on, seriously.