Just randomly, me and this guy were talking, his name's Miguel. He's a senior.
We were talking about classes, poetry and our grades.
He told me that I deserve to be happy, otherwise I'd get wrinkles in my little forehead.
I stared at him, wondering why he told me that.
Because he knew nothing about me, I've never spoke or shown anything of my life to him.
We hugged goodbye to our next class, and he kissed me on my forehead.
It felt strange.
We were talking about classes, poetry and our grades.
He told me that I deserve to be happy, otherwise I'd get wrinkles in my little forehead.
I stared at him, wondering why he told me that.
Because he knew nothing about me, I've never spoke or shown anything of my life to him.
We hugged goodbye to our next class, and he kissed me on my forehead.
It felt strange.
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