Imagine a brand new realm of existence in which the first time there is any intimate contact she holds your hand out of the blue, during one of your walks, candidly. The evening will have taken over a while back, and the semidarkness will be wrapping both of you up. Your eyes, somewhat lost before that, awaken and go back to her face. She smiles, with complicity and an ounce of tenderness, and your gaze shyly falls to the ground, lips, eyes and heart smiling back. Conversation goes on like holding hands was an everyday thing for you two. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Your footsteps take you to the natural end of your walk. Standing on the doorway, now facing each other, closer that you have ever been and still with her hand in your hand, time comes.
Your footsteps take you to the natural end of your walk. Standing on the doorway, now facing each other, closer that you have ever been and still with her hand in your hand, time comes.
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