I told her that her face
was my favorite face of all
the faces I had ever been with.
She laughed and told me
that her face had nothing
to do with who she was.
So I told her I liked her laugh, too,
and she seemed to like that better.
I asked her if she liked my face.
She said she preferred my hands.
was my favorite face of all
the faces I had ever been with.
She laughed and told me
that her face had nothing
to do with who she was.
So I told her I liked her laugh, too,
and she seemed to like that better.
I asked her if she liked my face.
She said she preferred my hands.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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