- Hands Brushing -
We went from waving to brushing our hands against each other.
We see each other in the halls and he reaches out his hand.
I reach out mine.
And for one, blissful second...
We touch.
Before it melts away, before his warm fingers are gone, and I smile and keep walking, trying to fight the blush seeping onto my cheeks.
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