Thursday, July 29, 2010

hands


Us, on the way to the grocery store to pick up food to cook for dinner. I constantly finding myself reaching out to touch Jason’s hands, arms, legs—any part of him when we’re near. It’s so comforting, and since we’ve been together it’s such a habit that I don’t even notice that I do it anymore.
On the way to the grocery store to pick up food to cook for dinner. I constantly finding myself reaching out to touch Jason’s hands, arms, legs—any part of him when we’re near. It’s so comforting, and since we’ve been together it’s such a habit that I don’t even notice that I do it anymore.

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