...Honestly? Yes. Look, don't freak out or anything, but I think your hands are beautiful. The curve of your joints, your soft palms, your nine fingernails (delicately pink), all these things are utterly entrancing to me. You wouldn't remember this, but I brushed them once. We were in the 7-11 together, although you didn't look at me, not really, I mean not REALLY, like I looked at you, (it's okay, I forgive you), and I was blocking the beef jerky accidentally-on-purpose. You reached past me for the teriyaki. The way you leaned into me was so erotic, I swear I almost took you right there on the soda-stained floor. And you sleep like an angel. Anyway, I'm rambling. Don't worry, I won't overstep my bounds or anything. They used to believe that Love From Afar was the purest and most selfless of loves. Just remember that somewhere close by there's someone who honestly wants you to be happy no matter what.