• Holding your hand

    by  • April 2, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 1 Comment

    It felt like fire. Holding your hand for the first time, I felt fire in my entire body. Not a lustful fire, not a dangerous fire, but some sort of fire nonetheless pricked the skin on every part of my body. Having never vocally admitted feelings, we laced our fingers together for the first time, hiding it from the prying eyes of our friends. Whatever bullshit movie we were all watching danced on my eyelids but never registered in my mind, because my entire body felt lifted. Just from four fingers laced with yours. The most sensitive part of my second finger pad pressed against yours, and the silent communication of mutual feelings made my heart race and my palms sweat.

    I think about that a lot. That moment. Sometimes I sit silently, my arms crossed like they were, and try to relive that moment in my mind.

    They said love hurt, but I didn’t realize it would feel like fire.

    One Response to Holding your hand

    1. Me
      April 2, 2018 at 12:58 pm

      I remember that day.


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