The hand I get to hold now made me feel safe and warm and never alone.
But once before I held a hand that made me feel wild and gummy at the same time.
I swear the touch of that hand made me feel scared for the day when everything ends. It made me crazy.
I stared at the back of his head the first time he held my hand and pulled me to the side of the road. I smiled with a frown and it was the most genuine smile that has ever crossed my face.
We were drunk that night and I was having the best time of my life.
He looked back at me and gave me the first of the many but numbered smiles he had given me.
Holding hands with someone that makes you feel crazy fireworks, raging river, fiery pit is not the healthiest.
Hold on to the warm and never alone kind of hand holding. This is where you get peace and calm happiness.
This is my favorite thing by far
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