July 11, 2009
Every single time I hold A’s hand, my nerves are high on end. I feel, taste, see, hear, and smell everything around me in a new way. I’ve learned to really see the world. Plus, the warm, strong, secure hold he has around my hand is always comforting and sweet. Now, when we walk, we will either hold hands, or I put my arm around his waist and grab onto his elbow, and he does the same, his hand on my shoulder. Yes, he’s that much taller than me. The sides of our bodies touch and it just feels magical.