I understood because I wore my brother's black zip-up hoodie all through jr. high. I wasn't usually teased by other kids. But I wanted to be invisible—just in case.
The first time he put his arm around me, we were two blocks away from his apartment. He was walking back from the library, I was wearing a dress, he was wearing his jeans and his hoodie and his backpack. It was October. We'd been walking towards each other because we were just meeting up. We'd only been on two dates. There were butterflies everywhere in my brain, and in my stomach, and on the backs of my knees.
When I turned, so I could walk next to him—he put his arm around me.
When I think about love and proper adoration, I think of that moment. Unexpected, and attended by trees, some parked cars, and afternoon light.