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Muu couldn't stop thinking about her.
She wanted to be with her more, look at her more, speak to her more. She loved listening to her voice, she loved listening to everything she said, no matter the topic. She could make Muu focused on anything, if she was. They didn't even have to speak, if she was next to her, she would be content.
And she would listen to her- just as Muu would listen to her. She felt like she could ramble on for hours and she would still be listening. Muu felt like she could talk to her about anything, and she would listen. And she was willing to tell her everything and anything. Maybe she would judge her- but having her listen made her feel better.
Muu loved looking at her, which she felt was weird but she couldn't help it. She thought all of her friends were pretty but she was different. She was so pretty when she smiled, seeing her smile at her made her feel indescribably happy.
Muu loved her eyes, her smile, her laugh.
Muu loved her everything.
Muu loved her.
Muu loved all her friends, but with her it felt different. She didn't feel the same butterflies when they would smile at her. She didn't feel the same when they would hug her or hold her hand. She didn't want to just listen to them like she did with her.
But they were friends. Muu just considered her a different kind of friend.
Yeah, Muu realized that wasn't exactly true.
One day, when some of her friends were talking about boys they liked who they'd met outside of school, she realized.
Muu realized that she liked her the way girls were supposed to like boys. And suddenly, everything she ever felt made sense.