I noticed he was there the second I took a step through the door, but lucky enough I wasn't the one who had to start that conversation, As he approached I sat there silently acting as if I never met him, but I did, he's never met me though, but I've definitely met him!
We began to talk, I enjoyed it too much, no one should enjoy first conversations as much as I did, he valued everything I didn't about myself,
"Your hair's so pretty" I know it isn't,
"Your eyes are gorge" I know they're not,
"Larger guys can be so much more handsome" but I'm not,
I wanted him so much, so I could finally be appreciated and I can finally love someone and I can finally cry happy tears and hug so hard they begin to grasp for breaths and sit under a tree and when we get up we see the tan line were his legs weren't all the way under, and we could dream about owning that little house he wanted when we sit under the tree I liked!
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Unrequited
RomanceAn unrequited love story from the perspective of a broken gay teenager, How is he meant to love someone else when he can't even love himself? Maybe he doesn't need to love himself, maybe he needs to love, or maybe he needs to understand somethings n...
