Memories

A Not-Rant Full of Bittersweet Passion

I love that he smiles at me when he sees me, and he always says hello and asks me how my day was. I love that he's always so kind and friendly, and how he goes out of his way to do nice things for me, just because. I love that he never ignores me when he sees me, and that he felt comfortable enough to share with me before most anyone else when he was leaving. I love that he can always make me smile, even when he's not around. I love that I have someone in my life who I care about enough to make this for just because he's leaving. I love that I know enough about him that even the simplest, most random things make me think of him. I love how he can make me feel special without even saying a word or lifting a finger. I love that I got to sit with him for two out of three of the seating charts we've had in geometry so far. I love that we have one class together, because one class is better than no class. I love that I see him most of the time when I'm walking from second period to third or fourth, depending on what day it is. I love that he doesn't mind answering my questions, or letting me rant about my friends or family, even though he has different views than me. I love that he's okay with me being queer, and doesn't treat me differently than anyone else because of it. I love that I was able to meet him and spend time with him and talk to him every day. And I love that I'm able to do this for him, even if he doesn't like it, even if he doesn't like me, because I love that I can show him how much he really means to me.