He sat alone.
Alone on the bench in the garden
Listening to his favourite song
Over and over and over.
It wasn't even his type of music.
But he was just so in love by the way it made him feel
And the way it reminded him of them.
He hasn't seen them in a month.
He doesn't even know their name.
He's never talked to them.
Still, this song was theirs.
It reminded him of the way he would see the other look over silently, then look away once noticed.
It reminded him of the way they'd exchange smiles in the hallway
Without even knowing each other-
But then, what is the definition of knowing?
At least, they felt familiar.
He remembered everything, but oddly enough, he forgot everything.
He remembered the feeling, their words.
But he was shook that he could not remember their face. Or their voice. No matter how hard he tried.
He could only know that both these attributes were perfect.
He knew that they played the piano.
He remembered them playing at a school festival.
He knew that they found him pretty
They told him that they liked his outfit that one time...
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RomanceThe day that they approached him, everything changed. He didn't know it was possible... until he found that song. He would hold on to it for the rest of his life. /// trans/nonbinary/gay/queer/asexual love story because I don't see enough trans or n...
