I didn't know what to expect. You are always so kind. So light hearted, yet fierce. What first got me were your eyes, the way they shine. Or maybe it was simply the way you are. The way you act, talk, laugh, smile. That little grin on your face when you want to keep your tough pose, but you are really just blushing. I'm fascinated with you, hearing your stories, your goals, your complaints. Your anger, a sweet, purposeful anger. The way you doubt yourself even though you know you will overcome whatever comes, because you're a survivor. Like me. Different, yet similar. I didn't think you would make your way into my mind and heart. Being apart and yet getting to know you more than ever. Sharing stories, pictures, projects. Picturing us fishing. Playing tennis. Riding your dad's boat. Sitting on a pier by the lake and the time standing still. Sleepovers and warming you, shielding you from the cold. Taking you out and saying you are mine. I was trying to keep you as just a friend. But then I see you and I remember kissing you. I want to kiss you again. So, so badly. The way we connect and I just want to hold you. If you say no, I will still be here. You are too precious for me to loose you even if it hurts a little. I'm used to good pain. Yet I want you. I wonder.
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