September 2011
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Ice cream
meganbata:
Her hand is soft. I can’t seem to let go of it. Her arm is soft. I can’t stop touching it. My heart is soft. I can’t seem to get mad at her.
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He’s right beside me and I can’t stop looking at him. He’s holding my hand. I don’t want to lose him. He’s everything to me. He’s something I didn’t expect. Comfortable silence.
