I step into our room, almost awkwardly but not quite - more hesitantly.
"[REDACTED]," I call out quietly.
"Are you still awake?"
They hum back a "yeah".
"Can i get a hug-" more quietly, "please?"
They crawl down from their bed and meet me halfway. We go for our standard, slightly awkward cross-armed hug and stand locked for a good couple seconds before I loosen my arms. They let go but I quickly readjust my arms under theirs and pull them back in. I feel their arms rest over my shoulders and back.
I imagine that I'm crying, but my body doesn't comply - as always. It's a silent half-sob followed by a choked gasp. I take a deep breath and come out of the hug. Steeling myself, I take a step back and start to speak.
"I'd like to reintroduce myself."
I quickly make eye contact, but don't give them a chance to say anything.
"My name is Marvi. I come from people who had very little."
"I am non-binary. I go by they/it pronouns. I have my pride."
"I am pinoy. I am proud of my pride."
"I am primarily aro-ace, but I crave deep love and affection, even and especially when it seems to be at odds with my sensory needs."
"I'm not good at initiating social contact, but I'm trying to get better."
"I am of the belief that most people want to be good and want to be understood."
"Also I'm bad at eye contact sometimes," I add, having just noticed that I was staring at the floor for my entire speech.
They blink at me, and I swear in the dark that I can almost make out a smile.
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
