romantic girls, who fold anonymous love notes and slip it into the backpacks of girls on the sly, daydreaming of soft kisses, meadow picnics, and whispers.
gentle girls, who replay the one cherished interaction in their head like a vintage movie, burying their faces into soft sweaters in flushed excitement and disbelief.
secretive girls, who long for her and only her, fingers hesitating over the “follow” button that would change the course of their romance forever.
timid girls, who pace back and forth and back and forth in their mind’s eye, heart thudding with anticipation and courage to approach the beautiful girl from third period.
loving girls, who slowly keep watch over other girls, protecting them with the purity of their kindness and affection, the guardian angels in intention and purpose.
[ part 1 ]