It's July now and I have seen Lilly almost everyday. On the day we found the purple honey within the far hives, we almost kissed. That moment continues to take my breath away. My heart was racing a-mile-a-minute, I am certain she could hear it pounding in my chest. I gave her a journal to start her writing career off early; on that day I expressed my feelings for her, and I could tell she felt the same deep yearning for me also. I wish I wasn't black, or she wasn't white. I hope she stays here indefinitely, times will change and blacks and whites will be able to publicly engage in relationships. We will just have to wait, I know I will wait for her.
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