Oh he's beautiful.
He gives me butterflies.
But he's a he.
And I'm a he.
And I know it isn't right.
Well at least I'm told it isn't.
I'm not supposed to enjoy his company the way I do.
And oh how I do.
I'm not supposed to hold his hand with such affection.
And there's plenty of that.
I don't know why I feel this way, I just do.
He makes me laugh.
He makes me smile.
He keeps me happy.
So I don't care if it's right.
Or if it's wrong or weird or odd.
To me, it just is.
And I like it.
And I like him.
And I'm a him.
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