You wanted a kiss.
So I gave you one.
On the cheek.
You wanted more.
But I couldn't give you more.
It would be dangerous.
You were mad.
That made me sad.
But we were fine again the next day.
So I was happy again.
You wanted to go on a date.
But it would be risky.
So you invited me to your house for lunch.
I asked my doctor.
He said as long as we maintained minimal contact.
That was enough.
So I said yes.
You set the date.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
