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Touch II

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I was never in danger of falling (core strength, cough).

But as I allowed my body to sway back with the moving train, it probably didn’t seem that way. (Or maybe unbeknownst to me, the commuter behind – it was a packed cabin afterall – was in danger of being hit by a falling tree. Laugh.)

He hesitated and then reached out – his left palm light against the side of my arm – until I regained my balance.

The train moved erratically again. In the stillness of those few seconds that hung between us, waiting, I reached out for his arm in response.

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In the lull of conversation, in the absence of words, when words cannot speak for our hearts, we will fill the silence with touch.

 

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

July 9th, 2012 at 11:33 pm

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