at-most-a-kiss
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Summer of 1975,
His name was prince, no literally prince. He's my best friend who I also have a crush on, it's just a shame that he doesn't like me back.
I tried everything just to distract my racing thoughts about every single mesmerising feature that he entailed; his eyes, his laugh, his sense of humour. Damnit every part of him was perfect and I couldn't get over it.