Last night I dreamed about you. You held my hand as we walked in a street. So simple. I don't know where we were going, but you smiled your usual smile, and I followed your steps. We kept walking until I woke up with a weird feeling.
I know in reality I will not let you hold my hands. No matter how I really want it honestly. No matter how comfortable and protective that is actually. I bet you remember the day you put your hand around my shoulder and I put it away. You held my shoulder tighter and I pushed your hand stronger.
Oh, I just do not want we are getting used to it. Then we forget that there are thousands other ways to love more meaningful than to touch.
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