after so long being unable to touch you,
I quickly learnt to love resting my palm against your heart.
you cried over that bastard for a gruelling week.
that's how I knew you had a big heart too.
I craved for you to love me.
a fortnight later after school, we were
laid on our backs in a field,
our bodies adjacent. my parents
couldn't pick me up that day, and your parents
never bothered.
I stretched my fingers outwards, finding your hand.
you gasped in shock, sending waves
of pleasure coursing up my arm and
turning my heart into a warm mess.
you were looking at me, a concoction of delight and confusion on your face. I reached out to trace your freckles. you always thought they were ugly.
"they're horrible aren't they?"
you said, gazing up into my eyes.
"no." I whispered softly.
"mummy would like you because you're so nice. this is why you're my best friend."
I drew my hand back from your
face as if I'd just touched fire, and sighed.
"you're my best friend too." I deadpanned.
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