Today I watched you try on clothes inside the goodwill dressing room. I sat on the bench with your clothes and purse by my side and you turned towards the mirror. Later we laid beneath the stars and you sat on my hips and lifted my shirt up, you reached for my canon and took photos of my stomach. You told me that you loved my body, and I didn’t feel scared that you used the word love or that your fingers were all over a part of me I have been sickly eliminating for years.

As far as taking it slow goes, I am beginning to care about you in manners I thought my heart had grown too cold for. I am so fond of you.