Heather

I want to go back to Sunday night, where a ten minute walk lasted a half an hour in a stairwell.

Where I was put under a magic spell.

Where I was remembered.

When I spent a half an hour with a little red head who's one of the sweetest people I've ever known.

When I spent a half an hour seeing that the hyper girl I'd been spending as much time as possible with, had a surprising soft and quiet side.

When I wasted time and played Cops and Robbers.

When I learned someone else out there reads books about gay guys.

When I learned how to play something I've never heard of.

When I wished I had the courage to come out.

When I heard:
"Have you ever been on a rollercoaster?"
"yes"
"You know that feeling you get when you go down the first hill?"
"yes"
"Do you feel that right now?"
"yea... why?"
"That's my magic"

Where I lost over and over again, and that was the right thing to do.

Where I died, more than once.

And when I didnt get to say goodbye to possibly one of the best girls in the world.