Painful tears

My heart was beating so fast and I felt like I was growing wings. No, Michael, it's not you who are the happiest but me, to be able to know you, be with you, touch you, and love you.

I am the luckiest person in fact to have so many privileges, although I have neither the right nor the appearance. I can only feel special in this sense.

I feel him entwine our fingers and even though I'm sure my hand has gotten sweaty, I don't want to pull it away. It's so nice to be like that with the boy you're in love with.

For a long time, I thought that these feelings in me were just the fact that I had never experienced this and that they were not romantic feelings, but I was wrong... miserably even.

I have always been in love with him, the reasons are simple. He was the first to see me as a normal person and although this may seem like a rather superficial reason, over time it has come to seem natural. Even if today another boy appears in my life, it will never be like Michael.

For what