I kept my face serious, never flinching from her razor glare.
"I wasn talking gays man military about you, Rye," I said.
A shocked expression began to flow across Angies face; and Ryans too, I imagined, though I kept my eyes locked with gays man military Angies.
I reached out, caressing her gays man military cheek with my palm, sweeping the soaked strands of hair from her eyes.
Here was my best friend; no, more.
Here was my soul-mate, a true soul-mate; not in the romantic sense that women blab gays man military about on soap operas.
Id grown up with Angie, shared the joys and hardships of becoming a woman with her.
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I let her ride my bike when she didn have one.
She taught me how to draw ninja turtles when I was sure Id never be able to do it.
When she had family gays man military problems, I ran away with her, and when I had them, she ran away with me.
I was the yin, and she the yang: opposites, yet very much intertwined, and with gays man military a little piece of one another nestled in our souls.
I gays man military said as much to her, without speaking, my gaze lost inside those rings of coffee brown.
Understanding crept over her face, driving before it the scorn that had adorned it.
The hard edges of her eyes softened, her lips relaxed into a calm smile; it was a beautiful gays man military sight to see, and I felt so empowered to have been the cause of it.
I smiled with benevolent wickedness at this feeling of power over her.
This must be why men are so possessive, I thought.
To have total domination over a beautiful thing such as this.
