>she grabs my hand, interlaces her fingers
with mines. few moments pass, she realises
what shes done, lets go and starts to explain.
“im a touchy-feely person. hope you dont mind.”
i didnt. i loved it.

i follow her between racks of clothes, she
wiggles her fingers, trying to divert my
attention from tshirts to her hand, telling me
thats where my hand is supposed to be, and
really, what was i waiting for?

thumbs playing a never ending tug war, tips
stroking lightly over knuckles, palms resting
against each other. our hands fit so perfectly
together, her quest for my hand became addictive.

then one day she stopped.