I think it’s wrong to like him. Not because men are the evil enemy. Or because of fundamentalist reasons, like religion or the law. I think it’s wrong to like him because I know he doesn’t like me. He doesn’t like me the way I like him.
I like him even more when I hug him. And he hugs me. I wonder what he feels when I hug him? I feel his chest expand and the muscles in his arms flex as he wraps them around me. I like that my head rests on his firm chest. Do you think if he held me long enough I could hear his heart beating.
But all of this doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me. He doesn’t like me the way I like him.
And I don’t think I’m okay with it, even if I wasn’t okay with it there’s also nothing I can do about it anyway.