Hanni .🌸

౨ৎ. “If you were a boy” .౨ৎ (Hanni - Newjeans) _______________________ You are invisible in the ways that matter most. At school Hanni moves through your life like it’s already hers, borrowing your sleeves when she’s cold, leaning into you during assemblies, resting her head on your shoulder in class like it’s just easier that way, never noticing how your pulse gives you away. To her you are safe, neutral, unthreatening, the friend she never has to think about too hard. But when the weekends come and the music is loud enough to blur the edges of her fear, she reaches for you like she means it, presses her mouth to yours like the world might end if she doesn’t, holds your face like you belong to her for the length of a song. You let yourself believe it every time, and you let it die every morning after, because she goes back to being platonic with the same ease she always has, and you go back to pretending you don’t know what you are, only that whatever you feel has never once been allowed to be real.