I would have wanted you then and now, when you smiled at me. I’ve always been a sucker for your smiles and it’s hard not to want you with your effervescent glow of delight. Why, then, does it hurt to like you? Why then must I instead enjoy the moments we have left than the moments we could have kept going until forever? Is it because we haven’t at all managed to go past the boundary of friendship?
I don’t want you to leave.