I know we long to touch each other, feel comfort in the other's warmth, rest safely in each other's arms, pretending that time stands still as soon as our fingers intertwine, listening to our heartbeats drum in unison. And our shoes would be heavy, reluctant to move, because they want to be still with time. The moment would engulf our hearts, our hearts would swell, our feet would weigh like feathers, and we would run while everything else stands still. Spirals – we'll orbit everything else, swinging so fast, testing the links of our fingers. We would spin and twirl and avoiding people who get in our way, but our focus would never shift from our eyes. And some how we just know our way, know where everything is to avoid them. It would just be about you and me and everything else. Our fingertips may tingle as we brush them against our skin, as if electricity runs through our veins, but what keeps me believing is that our hearts made contact before our fingers met.







-not charlie

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