One year ago, I started to like you,
just as you grew away from me.
Our past is this broken history.
For the time never aligned.
But maybe it could,
and maybe it has.
Maybe we’ll get married,
maybe we’ll last a lifetime,
maybe we’ll be the kings of the prom,
scratch that, the world.
Today has changed it all,
for maybe we could be here,
standing hand in hand,
as two boys in love.
I truly am in love with you,
just as I hope you are with me.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:13 AM UTC
One year ago, I started to like you,
just as you grew away from me.
Our past is this broken history.
For the time never aligned.
But maybe it could,
and maybe it has.
Maybe we’ll get married,
maybe we’ll last a lifetime,
maybe we’ll be the kings of the prom,
scratch that, the world.
Today has changed it all,
for maybe we could be here,
standing hand in hand,
as two boys in love.
I truly am in love with you,
just as I hope you are with me.
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