Gifting

And so it begins again…
The giving of gifts to a boy I like
I know nothing romantic will come of it;
He’s not “into” me
But at least he spends time with me
I willing trekked all the way to Queens to see him
We had Bhutanese food
I’ve wooed before with expectation
Dismal repeated failure has eradicated hope
Now I just woo because I want to
I enjoy the process of giving to those deserving
I’ve made a real friend;
He talks to me nigh daily and responds to my messages 
I know he appreciates me

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