This Pretend Of Mine
Story May 1, 2010 With A Photograph From Many Years Prior
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She took my hands and placed them where I did not know I was allowed to place them. How do they make their skin feel the way it does, there is no other feeling, or scent, quite like it. It lingers and when I say it lingers, I mean that I like it and that it feels nice. Nothing else about these moments I can say bring me joy, not even a little. Yet there I am. I can make up reasons why, but tonight, well, would it make a difference…
It was only a place to be that was not where I am, well, so I shortly pretended. This pretend of mine, it was so thin it was invisible.