It was a cloudy day when we first met. Dismal, but with the promise of sun later on that Sunday. We played pool and you thought I hustled you. You were right. How could I have known how sweet you were, how gentle and sensitive under that mask you wear all the time. You put a smile on my face always, even when you don’t have one on yours. The worst part of all of this is I think you might have felt the same way. Now all we’ll ever have are sworn secrets and stolen glances. I hope I’m wrong about everything. That would make everything easier and I would be the only one that got hurt.