"I could just lay here all night and watch the beautiful girl beside me sleep. As she dreams, all her guards are down and there are no walls between us. I fall harder and harder with each minute that passes. Though she is completely unaware of my attempt to show my growing feelings for her I still whisper " I love you" gently in my moon-lit room. Her soft breathing escorts me to a state of peace and comfort far beyond what anything else can cause. I feel like the luckiest person in the world just to be laying next to somebody so beautiful, even on the inside. I look at the clock, realizing hours has passed. Though I hate going to sleep knowing any dream I have could not be sweeter than being in this moment looking at this perfect girl, I decide I'll need rest to keep up with her wild, free-spirted self tommorow. So, I gently kiss her velvet lips, put my arm around her small wist, and close my eyes."
Its me, a teenage girl, writing about another girl. I don't know how to make people realize, this is not a phase. I'm really in love with this girl and gender don't effect that.