It started out with a simple touch. A meaningless flush of our skin during a lovely game of soccer when our teacher decided a game between girls and boys would be suitable for "building character".
Then it was a random walk in during lunch time, when I fell into your arms in an almost cliché fashion. You smiled and went about your day.
The third time was...at a school dance. You kissed my cheek in gratitude for helping your little sister.
And the fourth? It hasn't happened yet, but I try to imagine it.
I'm suffering because of you.