1 day ago
The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt almost an irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now she would have laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were back then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might have been, and never would be, whirled around us.