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This boy used to get sweaty palms when we walked to class together. This boy would only kiss me with his door closed. This boy used to make me feel butterflies.
This boy has grown up, beside me.
This boy loves holding my hands when we are in a crowd or alone. This boy runs through a crowd and sweeps me into his strong arms and kisses me. This boy makes me feel butterflies in my stomach.
He sings to me, he tickles me, and he loves me with a deeper passion than I could ever have imagined.
When I looked at you today, boypants, I wanted to jump into those two pools of vision that you call green. I wanted to venture into your brimming heart and feel the intensity with you.
I love you with so much of me, I love you with such a force. It's undeniable.
