there's a warmth when I feel my hands curled up in yours, as though if you held it tight enough, I won't find a reason to escape.
truth is, I gave up trying.
I wish I could say I played a little harder, went a little stronger, kept indifferent long enough for you to think that I can live without you.
truth is, you had me the first time your soft smile and softer eyes captured me in an embrace without me having to wrap your arms around me.
-dina xx
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