Lemons Continued

But lemons are not the topic of mind. The topic of my mind was always David, and his was always me.

Under quiet duress, I was always the light that shone amongst the crowd for him, even when he sang in order to forget the burning urges he harbored for me. I had no knowledge of this, of course. I had been his acquaintance and then friend for two years when he became sick. It was at the hospital I met his parents for the first time; both his parents and I were unaware of his feelings. I was worried that my friend (and secret admiree) would lose his scholarship, as was his roomate. It was his roomate who requested I take his bag with his laptop to him.

I was, of course happy for an excuse to see him, for I was consumed with unbounding worry. That and I thought about him more than I thought about anything else worth thinking.