Ya, I know, doing a fic about something other than my main fic, but give me a break. I just watched Billy Elliot and had to do it. I guess I'm like that, right?

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How do I feel about that? Well what can I? He just kisses me, than runs off. I don't know what I can feel. I know that I love him. I know that I will probably never love anyone again. I need him, but he will never love me. He is at ballet school, and he has left me here. He kissed me. I don't know how I feel about that. I needed it, but I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about him. I cry at night just thinking about him. I hug my pillow close to me and pretend it's him. I dream about him. We play in the field and he teaches me how to dance. He kisses me and holds me when I am sad. He loves me. But than I wake up, and realize it was a dream. I love him, yet I hate him. He has destroyed me. I cannot stop thinking about him. He has made feelings in me of loss. I hate him for that, yet I cannot stop loving him. He is there with me all the time. I must bare with it, I guess. There is nothing else I can do. Billy Elliot, you will be the death of me. I love you.

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God! What is wrong with me. I'm not a poof….. am I? I gave him a kiss to make him feel better, nothing more. So why can't I stop thinking about it? It was beautiful. He was beautiful…. no. I can't be thinking that about him. After all, I like the girl in math class who sits behind me. Sure I haven't talked to her, but I know that I like her…. right? Than why can I not stop thinking about him? I want to kiss him again. I want to feel what that was like once more. It was to beautiful, to good of a moment. I want to see him, to touch him, to rub him, to kiss him. I want to take all of his troubles away. But I'm not a poof. No, I'm not. That's not going to happen. What would my dad and brother say. They would kill me, wouldn't they? So for now, I will have to suffer as I dance. Michael, I think I love you.

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So ya, I dunno how I did, but I guess it was ok….. maybe…….. Anyway, does anyone want to see me continue Deep Wounds because if so, I would appreciate a comment, a review. Something to know that you are reading.