Day 131

Did I just pass up a chance? A moment with you? I saw you. I saw you before you were directly standing in front of me, before you made me feel you missed me. I saw you but I didn’t have the courage to move away. I wanted us to touch. I wanted to make the past present again. I wanted you to reach out to me. So I reached out for your hands with both palms open and it stung me like fire and ice. Passion and sin. I let you go, skittering away and not looking back.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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