His hands intertwined with mine.
It felt different, but it felt right. At least, in comparison with all the other boys I've dated. This one took me for who I was. He did not mind that I wasn't like all the other girls. I was not like the ones who wore tank tops stretched to their mid thighs or deep v-necks. After all I couldn't control the way I packed on pounds or lost them.
His hand brushed against my face. Then he put both hands on either side of my head and looked at where my eyebrows would be. His thumbs tracing my empty face. He lifted his lips to where my straight brown hair would be. I wish that kiss could have made my hair grow back, but it did not. It never did. All the while he looked at me feeling nothing, but love and compassion, I wanted to hide myself away. Where no one could see how different I looked. It used to be normal, I used to be normal, but then this stupid thing called cancer came about.
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