I don’t recall that being my thing.
I kind of envy the girls whose guys do this one thing.
My temperature rises.
For Valentine’s I wouldn’t want roses.
Just the way he protects my back and can see everything in front of me.
There is no other gesture like this one.
This isn’t the sign from a platonic friend.
At least none I’ve ever seen.
When he held me so firm like that, I don’t even know how he flip the script.
On me of all people.
Instead of holding my sides he eased his hands into mine.
I was the wrong girl.
But in his arms I felt right.
But if I was wrong, and she was right, why didn’t he know?