Days went by and he'd find himself sitting on that bench over and over and over.
He hadn't seen them again yet
And he wondered if he ever would...
He also wondered about the meaning of this connection.
He didn't even know them.
Why were they so magical?
Sometimes he'd spend hours on that bench
Just letting his thoughts wander
And he'd be surprised once looking at his phone.
Time really was a strange concept.
He knew it all probably didn't mean anything at all.
And he knew that it might have been a little unhealthy to let a stranger consume his mind to such an extend
But he wanted the feeling.
He wanted the thoughts.
He wanted them.
He felt lost at times
Sitting on that bench, alone
Listening to their song
Over and over and over again
And he felt ashamed.
What if they didn't actually like him
And it was just one of his misinterpretations?
He had it happen too many times to not doubt himself.
Maybe they were just being... Nice?
He didn't know.
There was no way he could know.
Anyone else might know, but not him.
He was never good at things like that.
And that made him worry.
Even if they liked him, what if their expectations were worlds apart from his?
What if they liked his body
The body that he, himself, wanted to tear apart in more little pieces than there are stars in the sky?
What if they liked "his" body
When it wasn't even actually his own?
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RomanceThe day that they approached him, everything changed. He didn't know it was possible... until he found that song. He would hold on to it for the rest of his life. /// trans/nonbinary/gay/queer/asexual love story because I don't see enough trans or n...
