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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.
I almost said the words to you the other night. I'm in love with you. with every core of my being. but I didn’t know how to. so instead I kissed you with all I had. I wanted to stay. I wanted you to ask me to stay and I would have.
and now, the wait. can this turn to be something lovelier that it already was? or will our time together be left as a beautiful memory?
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