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If Biden was a girl he’d be the love of my life.
But he wasn't. Sometimes I wished he was, though. It was stupid of me to wish that, it was selfish, too. I had the perfect life, perfect girlfriend, perfect grades, why would I wish something so.. Unnecessary?
It was times like these I wished I had never seen that short, forgetful, beautiful boy in the coffee shop on January 6th. However, if that were the case I never would have heard his laugh, never would have seen his clumsy feet, his bright smile, his blue orbs, or his bright white hair that shone like a moonlit night.
Me and Biden looked at the sunset, but I was more focused on his soft lips than the blazing sun in front of us.
I was being impure again. I felt the air escape from my lungs as my orange head slowly turned to the sky, my heart pounding rivaled the noise even the birds made. Joe didn’t notice my fingers anxiously shaking as they hovered over his. I contemplated if I should set my hand atop it. I felt my hand involuntarily lower, the rough skin on my fingers intertwining with his porcelain hand.
Biden’s eyes fluttered toward me as his lips parted. It was true, the eyes really were the window to the soul. I could see his delicate feelings as clear as day, like he was a flower about to bloom. I spoke and the world froze around me and him, my voice was low and raspy.
“Biden, I-"