[age 17]
The lady at the shelter today had glanced down at Lavender and I's interlocked hands. She'd assumed we were dating.
We both brushed it off but I couldn't ignore that familiar ache in my chest. It was obvious that Lavender didn't think much of the simple action at all, but I did.
To me, it felt like lightning sparks were flying through her fingertips into mine. It felt like I could touch the sky. It felt like the sun gently streaming through bedroom curtains as you slowly rise. It felt like flowers in spring and blowing bubblegum and strawberry milk and campfires and warm coffee and everything you could ever want and, and, and -
love?
I didn't dare look at Lavender in that moment. I knew that if I did she'd see the look in my eyes. Its' unmistakeable.
I didn't dare tell her. Didn't dare say that I wished with all my heart that I was in fact, her boyfriend.
I didn't tell her I wanted to give her the sun and that I'd do anything for her to love me back.
I didn't dare tell her I'd been wishing that for years. No. Of course, I didn't.
We're only friends.
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