He taught me how to juggle with a partner. I remember what his lips felt like on my forehead, and exactly where he kissed me, once. I can point to it: right here. He told me I was beautiful, and he ran. "You're beautiful, and I love you." I don't know if he meant anything by it. He was younger, and I was frightened. He never came back. I wonder what he's like now.
I saw him a few months ago, walking with a friend. He looked just the same, and he looked happy.
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