We reach a muddy path where
The stepping stones are unstable.
I cross first
Before I extend my hand to Vella.
She grasps it as she jumps.
But her balance is slightly off,
And she cries out in surprise.
I pull her gently towards me
And she clasps my waist for support.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
