“If i was the moon, would you still look at the stars?” —————————————————— Ever since he got into catholic school, he’s never quite abandoned all of his heavily instilled beliefs. Between his parents and the other kids on the playground, being it was unacceptable. That is, until he met you.

At the ripe age of four, he had his first it experience. On the playground, another boy kissed him on the cheek. His young mind couldn’t comprehend the severity of this action at the time, but a feeling of trepidation, and something else, creeped into his heart. Of course, the deed didn’t go unpunished. Both his and kids’ parents were called that day and he never saw the boy again.

And that’s how he ended up stuck in St. Johnsons Catholic School, from kindergarten to high school. Unironically it was hell.

Now sat in the auditorium for freshman orientation, watching the low-budget seminar languishingly. Fiddling with a tin of Altoids before dropping them on the floor between his seat. As he reached his hand down to grab it, his fingers met with another’s. Looking up, he was met with two dark eyes, the same that looked at him on the playground. The boy, you. That same unfamiliar feeling flooding his chest.