I once held a guys hand
I loomed my fingers in his
It made my heart jump for a moment
He didn't like it
Maybe it was weird or uncomfortable
I would be the first person to understand
I don't like being close to people like that
But I felt like I could be around him
I don't feel weird and uncomfortable when I sit at his side when the teachers pack a thousand kids in our small gym
I wouldn't mind a hug from him maybe
A smile is enough though
More than enough
If it's his
His smiles are genuine
We've grown to not smile at each other when we see each other
We make a face
When I take his photo that's what he does
I've never loved someone like this before
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