I constantly find my mind slipping to the thought of the boy that sat out in the pouring rain just to look in my eyes while he froze. The boy that sent tingles down my spine from the way that he’d hold me tight, not wanting to let go. The boy who would laugh at me when I tried to play the guitar and couldn’t hold it right, the boy who let me wear his clothes around his house and do impersonations of him to his family. The boy who was my shoulder to cry on, the smile on my face, the person who had faith in me when no one else did… but most importantly the boy that saw the real me through all the lies and cover up stories, the person I was afraid to be around everyone because I was afraid I wouldn’t be accepeted, he was the one person that saw ME when no one else did.
