I don’t know that I had fantasies growing up. I was way too confused about what I wanted and what everyone else around me was saying I should want. But I have them now. They’re him. Looking up at me from the bottom of a fire escape ladder, shivering, his cheeks pink, his eyes bright, snow gathering in the streetlights beyond. I’d rather be here with him than anywhere else in the entire fuckin’ world. Right here. With him. Stuck outside in the snow. I pick him. Over and over and over. Even if it’s not the same for him. Even if he never picks me back. Even if all these feelings are too damn big.
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aww, this is actually so sweet 🥺
