he liked me that way
His fingers carefully untucked my hair behing my ears so that it fell into my face. And all he said was: "You're prettier this way" He liked me better that way. That's an offputting thing to say. I mean who gave him the right to say when I'm pretty and when I'm not. Just because he liked me that way? I always didn't like my hair behind my ears. Why would he say that straight to my face? Why would he brush my hair into my face? Why did he like me better that way? In every romance story you hear about how the man brushes the girls hair gently out of her face to kiss her. He brushed it into my face just because he liked me more that way. And he didn't even like me that way.
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