Hey, Christian.
Remember that night when you asked me to come over because you didn’t want to be alone after hearing about your friend in Afghanistan? You recognized the sweater I was wearing from a local Filipino brand and asked how I liked it. You slipped your hand inside its sleeve to check how soft it feels inside. You didn’t like it, but I loved how your fingers felt across my skin that night. That little gesture was cute. You were just adorable.












