Taking walks.
I did that often.
It was the one way that I could free myself for a while.
But sadly, I always had to take my walks alone.
Because I have nobody.
Nobody wants to go on walks with me.
To hang out with me.
To love me.
Because I am nothing but a fuck up.
A homo.
A freak.
I longed for someone to hold hands with on the nights where snow is falling and wind is blowing.
I longed for someone to hold me close and tell me that they loved me.
And that I would be ok someday.
But nobody did.
Nothing ever changed.
As I crept out of my so-called "house" for another late night walk in the cold, I slipped on a hoodie and a jean jacket, as well as my gloves and my shoes.
It was freezing.
As I was walking, hands in pockets and head facing the ground, I had stumbled into someone.
I stopped.
Looking up slowly, I whispered "I'm sorry."
It was a boy.
A boy I hadn't seen around before.
He smiled at me with a soft and caring smile.
It was calming.
"You look quite lonely. What're you doing out here?" He asked me.
"Thinking."
"That's deep." He said.
I smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say to him.
His eyes.
They were gorgeous.
He asked me if he could walk with me.
I nodded.
It was getting dark.
I could no longer see his blue eyes.
But what I could see, was that this felt right.
I needed this.
This small act of kindness.
