Familiar

It’s in her eyes that I saw what I’ve been feeling for years. A feeling that had become my second nature. A feeling that I still hate with a passion.

It’s reaching for the arm of the one sitting next to you after the third sip of wine. And wishing you hadn’t made any move. Not because it wasn’t what you felt like doing. But because your gesture didn’t trigger any reaction.

It’s walking next to each other on the street, casually resting your arm on his shoulder. And putting it back into your pocket two cold minutes later.

It’s buying a present, hiding it at the very back of the drawer and never taking it out again. Because the fear that the engraving won’t be of any significance for anyone other than you.

It’s in her eyes that I saw what I’ve been feeling for years.

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~ by Andra on 11/12/2013.

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