Looking at Sid made me happy. And that’s what beauty means, right? Beauty was when it felt good to look at something. Sid was beautiful. From his dusty red hair to his long fingers to the creamy skin showing through holes in his sweat pants. That devastatingly warm smile. I could see mushed up crab meat in his mouth, all pink and white. And that, right there, was the moment I knew I was in love. Love’s the only word you can use for looking at someone with a face full of surimi and still thinking they’re beautiful.
MY BOYS IN LOVE
