She agreed to go with me to your graduation party so I wouldn't feel awkward, only knowing your two best friends. I parked across the street and we walked up your slanted driveway. A former student said hello to her first, before I could find you. But you were right in front of me wearing a blue polo, tucked into your khaki shorts and sport flip flops. Once you finally looked up, I waited for him to finish speaking before saying, "Hey," You said "Hey guys," back and made simple conversation about being graduated. Others showed before you offered us food and drink and you greeted them with long hugs. I stood, awkwardly thinking why we didn't get hugs. You offered us drinks in the drive or food inside. You even joked that there was alcohol in the cooler. We could drink one as long as we didn't drive. Then you corrected it to get caught while driving after it was in our systems. I laughed and said I was the driver here and she could have one. You laughed and pointed us to the food inside the doorway. We made ourselves plates and grabbed a refreshment. We made our way back to your side to say our goodbyes. She stepped forward to hug with both arms, as you politely returned it. Then you reached towards me, next to you, with both arms. How I now wish I would've used both those arms. But our position made it almost awkwardly impossible. I reached out with my left and pulled you to my side. You grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. Your left arm lingered in front of me before dropping. I believe you were thinking of turning into a two armed hug. Now, I wish you would've. I wish I would've turned into it. But I didn't. You pulled my close one last time as my hand clasped your waist. Your waist, oh so skinny. That's what I noticed most. The way your body felt in my hand. It was all ribs. It felt nice though. It was comforting and your body radiated towards me, keeping me company even though it was hot and sticky out. Oh, how I wish I could hug you again. How I wish there was something there between us. But there isn't. I would be okay to be close friends with you, getting to hang out with you more than just work. How I wish I could be around you.