It is May: a sunny, May day. And this, my friends, is perfection at its finest. The playground sits empty, for seconds at least, until we have bolted out of the car and chased each other there. We kick up the woodchips as we run and breath in the fresh air that lingers between spring and summer. Our laughter rises with our bodies as we climb, higher and higher until there is nowhere left to go but down. He jumps, a daredevil and a show-off, as I carefully find my footing. He holds my arm to help me off, but, really, it does more harm that help. The touch of his skin makes me tingle and my heart beat speeds. Are we more than friends?
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