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Andrew had warm green eyes and insisted that I called him "Andy." He was living and reliving his childhood with every breath he took. When we went to movies it was always followed up with ice cream and a walk in the park.

He liked to ride the merry-go-round there because he though it was the closest he'd ever get to really flying. When he held me I could feel the grown up in him clawing at his skin. It was screaming, "Let me out, let me out." But Andy always pulled away in time to silence it.

The first time we made love I saw stars and my body was on fire. I whispered, "Andrew" softly. When he heard it he avoided my touch for twelve days. Andy told me he loved me with a boyish grin and I believed him because it was just easier that way. He bought me roses because that's what he'd seen in movies and wrote me love poems because his mom read a lot of Danielle Steele.

Andy doesn't really know what love is, but Andrew does. So I'll hold on.