There's something there...
It isn't just a hug. Not just a "hey, you are a new friend" sort of thing. We called it the "high hug." Where arms embrace shoulders, and chests and pelvises are kept safely apart. Like the way 6th graders dance. Chastity space.
No. There's something there...
I felt it in the way it lingered. Just a few short seconds more than I expected. Just long enough for me to take in fully the sensations. The soft tickle of her hair against my face. The curve of her lower back, a delicate inward sweep. Her breasts pushed firmly into my chest. A soft press of lips against my cheek. For once, God favored me, and slowed time.
It's there, I feel it...
She smiled. As I came off the stage, I guess they all did. But I really didn't see them. She put out her hands, outstretched, palms up. My heart sank slightly as I clasped them, only to jump to a rapid rate as I was pulled hard to her, clasped tight.
And there...I know I felt it...
Does everyone feel this way when she touches them? Do all her friends enjoy the warm, loving grasp when she sees them? Am I imagining this all?
...or is it possible that, despite all odds, I'm special?
It isn't just a hug. Not just a "hey, you are a new friend" sort of thing. We called it the "high hug." Where arms embrace shoulders, and chests and pelvises are kept safely apart. Like the way 6th graders dance. Chastity space.
No. There's something there...
I felt it in the way it lingered. Just a few short seconds more than I expected. Just long enough for me to take in fully the sensations. The soft tickle of her hair against my face. The curve of her lower back, a delicate inward sweep. Her breasts pushed firmly into my chest. A soft press of lips against my cheek. For once, God favored me, and slowed time.
It's there, I feel it...
She smiled. As I came off the stage, I guess they all did. But I really didn't see them. She put out her hands, outstretched, palms up. My heart sank slightly as I clasped them, only to jump to a rapid rate as I was pulled hard to her, clasped tight.
And there...I know I felt it...
Does everyone feel this way when she touches them? Do all her friends enjoy the warm, loving grasp when she sees them? Am I imagining this all?
...or is it possible that, despite all odds, I'm special?
It's a weigh, analyze, and judgement kind of thing. It all comes down to trust really. At least that's my opinion.
When did you know it was different.. or are you still in limbo?