Little Dove

Noah was thick shouldered with defined muscles - he looked like your typical heavy lifter Jock with stocky legs and a wide spread stance. Him? He was muscular, but more in the thin way like a dancer - the only stocky part of him were his legs from the running in Soccer. They played together with Mateo, that was how they all met really. He'd met the blonde six years ago when he was a Sophomore in High School and the other two were Seniors. He ended up joining the Soccer team on whim, his Mother telling him he needed to get out of the house a bit and away from the plays and books he read constantly. That little nudge out the door by the woman was the thing that changed his life forever: he met Noah because of that nudge. Never had he thanked his Mom properly for that little nudge either for while all the women were swooning over Mateo - sure, Mateo was good looking and all - but he'd fallen face first into the dirt and hit his heart hard on the shorter, stockier, male before him now. Maybe it was six years, or maybe he was certain of it four years ago - that was when he'd put a name to it after all. 

Love. Utterly unrequited, no hope of ever happening, love.