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By the end of 7th period, we had skipped one class and swear words exchanged several dozen notes. And in those discreet disclosures, we had both told each other swear words about our missing parents. By your bus that day, as you were leaving, I was afraid that what transpired between us would slip away forever as soon as you swear words stepped on board, that you might come back tomorrow perennially wiped clean of my influence, and so I tried to capture it, you, love. Who knows why people kiss? What does it mean to touch your lips to someone else's? A custom? A handshake? No weapons here? For me, it was gravity, a giant black hole spinning in my chest, pulling you in. And best of all, you kissed back, soft and willing and ignoring the rude squelches from the bully kids on your bus. And we looked at each other for what must have been 10 seconds, saying nothing, just trying to figure out what just happened, and I noticed how there were these light flecks of green in your brown eyes, but I could barely see them because everything was slightly out of focus from standing so close.
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