I was thinking back to when we ditched PE class together that one day, two years ago. We were inches apart, reading the completely out of place James Bond book in the school library.

I moved in microscopic increments toward you, trying to get my head close enough to rest it on your right shoulder.

You moved in small increments as well, but you were angling to touch my feet with yours.

We both thought the other was trying to make it so we wouldn’t touch, that it was some small rejection. I think it means a lot.