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-A touch-

A touch. It's fascinating how a single touch from different people can make you either feel loved and comfortable ,or uncomfortable and anxious.

A single kiss can be meaningless or it can speak all the promises unsaid , and express unspoken love .

A touch can be a human's love language while it can repulse another.

A touch, something so small can mean something so big, and that's how we started, a single touch. Everything  was still, very still. The noises outside fading away, and we are magnetically pulled toward each other , our eyes never breaking apart, someone passes by me but I'm too caught up in his dreamy gaze to notice them.

One step and we'll collide, he smells like the ocean, spring, and salt all at once, his silky black hair is covered by his favorite yellow hoodie and I'm trying so hard to not touch it . We are standing inches away, his hands moved inside my hoodie pocket , they are cold and feel colder when they collide with my warm fingers. We are standing still, our eyes speaking words none of us can speak out loud, he raises an eyebrow daring me to  move away, but I dont, I can't. I  dont know what to do or say . He steps back and then forward again, and before my mind could register it I'm in his embrace, his chin on my neck and his big warm arms around my back , we are close, so close and I'm frozen in time, my hands can't move, I can't breath , i can't blink. Time has stopped , everyone and everything have disappeared and it's just me and him in this gigantic universe . He breaks the contact and watches me while I'm talking to someone else,  I'm laughing way too hard and once I glance up he's watching me, laughing too , his eyes glow brighter than the night sky , and his face brightens up like a million stars. I wish he would never stop smiling,he looks so innocent with his mouth shaped into that big grin of his .

I watch his eyes , read all the words his mouth can't say , its all there , his pain, his happiness , and his nervousness. He wants to hide it , he is so well at doing it , but the eye contact we hold is never silent , its intense , sweet,  annoying , scary but most importantly real .

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