My legs

I thought about my legs yesterday. I thought about the guy telling my best friend he loved my legs, and his longing for the gym class so he can se them uncovered as I used shorts.

I remember him looking at them and making me feel so beautiful. And so wanted. I remember it and love my legs. I used to miss that. Now I remember and hope someone will look at my legs with love, because he didn't love them, he just liked them.