i remember when she
taught me how to hold hands.
her fingers didn't like mine
so i did the first step.
six.
mines sneak through hers,
i smiled.
wilderness, running between the grass.
sun attacking us, giggles.
eight.
and then she realised
she told me; she said
only lovers can hold hands like this.
i asked her what does that mean.
someone who spends the times
with you.
someone who knows what you have been
through.
kisses. hugs. lovers.
maybe we were lovers.
i still remember, sixth of july
two thousand eleven. three pm.
i was six.
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Night Thoughts
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