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| Quote from: Perks of being a wallflower |
Life is but bundle of memories - some beautiful and some less beautiful. Memories are never sorrowful or less joyous phenomena. However, they can be pleasuring or dis-pleasuring depending on the present context of remembrance.
This is one such reminiscence of one such memory ...
We stood facing the same direction - overlooking a majestic view of blue hills. I wanted the moment to last - forever. He slowly moved his hands caught hold of mine. I froze, I wanted him to engulf me completely in his warmth. He
brushed his thumbs gently against mine. It was a tender gesture. A
glimpse of hope, i reckoned. However his touch felt like a loose
invisible thread binding his soul to mine uncertain of when it might
break leaving us stranded of each others company. He then took both my hands and cupped them into his, making me turn to face him. Probably this meant
nothing to him but for me it was enough to write volumes on his touch. I
slowly looked up and gazed right into his eyes which were already gazing at mine and he
then beamed a smile.
It was his touch ... just A touch!
And in that moment i swear, we were infinite.
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