turn off the lights and watch you glow

I remember you were sick one night, so our lips never met. But everything else enveloped around each other. Your hair was soft but unkempt, and I marveled at how much better it looks when you leave it alone. You rolled your eyes, your amazing blue eyes. I said they were dreamy. I think you laughed. I said you were beautiful, and you playfully protested that you'd rather be "handsome." You were so much more than "handsome." And you were warm. So warm. I had never felt so much doing so little.

That's the fondest memory I have of us.

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I wish we weren't so different, so out of each other's league.