I like him. I shouldn’t, it’s too complicated, too many people would get hurt, if it went wrong it would go very wrong. We’re both sick we can’t help each other. But he rest his head on my thighs, and he shared with me what not even his family knows, and braided my hair. I haven’t had anyone touch me like that. Is that why I feel like this? There is no way or fashion in the world that this could go well.
