So, one day we go to the park together. It was pretty awkward because we really liked each other and our parents were bugging us. We go on a walk around the park because, why not. It was really awkward. Later they told me that they wanted to hold my hand and then they said that I was short. I didn't find it offensive but I actually liked it. They then said that it was cute that I was short. At this point we started hugging every time we see each other so right before they left I ran up and hugged them. Which I loved allot. It was so comfortable and he squeezed me but didn't squeeze me to hard. It was the best thing ever. They always pats my back twice when they are about to let go. When they left I still felt so happy. Now, one day they...
