This morning, I walked in to see your face. Smiling. And when the semi-akward greeting came, I reached for your hand. You let me touch it. And as I gentley squeezed it, you responded. We let go and I softly said hello.
When you left, or rather, were on your way out, you turned back and yelled your classic, "Hey!"
My composure inside was broken. You told me that you had to see the inside of the locket hanging from my neck.
I refused as you persisted. The room turned it's focus on us, but the only focus I had was on the warmth of our hands touching. Neither pair wanted to surrender the silver heart.
For a moment, for a God blessed moment, I thought you refused to let go because it was one more moment to touch my hands. I told you that you were making a scene. You laughed.
The people around us were now very curious.
'What relation does he have with this flamboyant flamingo girl, all in pink, with a silver locket?'
Well, she likes him enough to keep their picture in the locket. And he smiled as he was solely showed the contents.
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