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I wanted and adored him whenever he had this urge to touch me with his hands and look at me like we were the only people in the room, and whenever he put the guitar band around my neck. There are many so-called interactions.
I liked touching him, and when he reaches back, it makes me feel safe, but I never go this far without knowing what this means. I wanted him to crave me more and put me first among all the women he used to have, but maybe I've been different with him. I've been gentle when it comes to him. I never wanted to do any mischief, only to see him smile.
I've been familiar with this, back and forth, and never knew anything but this. A speck of his attention is my million.
I liked him since the first time that I saw him at my old high school; he was like a ghost. He comes through and just goes wherever he likes, and it's kind of sad. sometimes. I wish him had stayed through before I started to like him and get to know him better.
