The thoughts & ramblings of a young mind

overthinking it

He tried to help me with everything I did.  And when I distractedly clutched the handle of the boiling pot, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gently enveloped his hands around either side of mine to ease the pot away from my hands to pour the water into a mug.  When we were saying our goodbyes, he approached me first in front of the entire group, and held out his hand.  I hesitantly accepted the handshake, feeling a bit awkward.  But then he pulled my hand to his chest as he exasperatedly mumbled “.. oh, don’t do that to me.  I’ve known you for two years.” I smiled and eased my hand from the handshake to wrap my arms around him, laying my head on his chest.

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