viragette

The other night I was at my class and the most lovely person is a fellow student. He is lovely in every sense, and so very lovely that the fact that he is absolutely beautiful is almost ancillary. Almost to be expected and not even that remarkable compared to the esteem in which I hold this person’s loveliness. He’s one of those people who radiates goodness in the most non-disgusting, totally genuine way. I admire him, and so I try to keep my shit together and not be like “ohmygodyou’resoawesome!” and behave like a normal person. Or at least like my usual self. After class the other day, we were both riding the same way on our bikes, so we pedaled together for a few blocks, chatting. And when it was time for him to head south, and me north, he turned around and held out his mittened hand to me and I took it, and we rolled along like that, hand in hand, for just a few moments before parting. And it was lovely and sweet - not like in that romantic way so don’t get your panties in a bunch - but in that even better all-of-mankind-has-this-potential-to-be-dipped-in-fleeting-eternal-beauty-for-just-a-moment way. There are many things that were beautiful about that gesture, and I think one of the best is that I can do that. I can hold out my mittened hand. And I hope to God that when the moment is right, I will.