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Holding hands…

  Funny, isn’t it, how the simplest detail can trigger long deeply burried memories… She sat in the park all alone, or so she thought. There was no point, really, for her to be sitting there. The weather was nice, but far from perfect. The grey clouds weren’t threatening, but they gave the sun light…… Continue reading Holding hands…

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My hand…

  -Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through,  before it lead you to me… She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request. -Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…? She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,…… Continue reading My hand…