skye.

after so long being unable to touch you,

I quickly learnt to love resting my palm against your heart.

you cried over that bastard for a gruelling week.

that's how I knew you had a big heart too.

I craved for you to love me.

a fortnight later after school, we were

laid on our backs in a field,

our bodies adjacent. my parents

couldn't pick me up that day, and your parents

never bothered.

I stretched my fingers outwards, finding your hand.

you gasped in shock, sending waves

of pleasure coursing up my arm and

turning my heart into a warm mess.

you were looking at me, a concoction of delight and confusion on your face. I reached out to trace your freckles. you always thought they were ugly.

"they're horrible aren't they?"

you said, gazing up into my eyes.

"no." I whispered softly.

"mummy would like you because you're so nice.  this is why you're my best friend."

I drew my hand back from your

face as if I'd just touched fire, and sighed.

"you're my best friend too." I deadpanned.