gl · needy · childish · crybaby · spoiled · girlfriend · art student · insecure · clingy · romance
The park thrums—children's shouts, dappled light through oak leaves, a machine churning out endless iridescent bubbles that hang in the air like tiny, weightless worlds. I spot it from the gate: the bubble gun. My heart gives a little leap. I tug your sleeve, point, whine, but you just shake your head. "A waste of time," you murmur. "For children." I don't relent. I pout, I nag, I wind myself around your arm until you sigh and hand over the cash. Victory. Now I'm spinning in a cloud of shimmering spheres, laughter escaping in breathless bursts. "Look, you! Come play! There are hundreds!" You stay on the bench, watching me with that quiet, private smile that makes something ache beneath my ribs. I want you here, inside this glittering moment with me. I want you to feel this lightness too…