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  • You held my hand.

    Suddenly, every bit of my attention was focused on our locked hands. You were just guiding me through a crowded space, so I wouldn't get lost in the multitude, but we could have been anywhere else. All my senses were victims of the electrifying buzz caused by your hand innocently capturing mine.

    The warmth of your fingers, the softness of your skin, the gentleness of your grip, the occasional firm squeeze to make sure I was still with you.

    We were past the crowd, past the danger of getting lost, and I knew I was supposed to let go. I didn't. I waited until you tried to escape from my enamored clench, so I could enjoy every last second of the pleasing interaction.

    It was a special moment between us, but alas, one that you weren't even aware of. A short-lived one-sided forbidden love.

    You let go of my hand.
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