knight_ander (knight_ander) wrote,

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A Simple Touch

Belle wrote:
"I put a hand on his back, between his shoulder blades, lightly. I promise myself – as I have done a thousand such times in the past, and will probably continue indefinitely – that if he says nothing before I take my hand away, if he makes no move, loving or otherwise, that it will be the last time I ever touch him. Ever. I know that as we lie on the bed, still as tombs, we are both thinking and doing the same thing: wanting to not be the person who breaks first. Wanting to not be the one who admits defeat.

After five years, this is a ridiculous way to carry on. But I put a hand on his back, and I make myself empty promises."

I don't know about you, but I find something quite romantic about that. :)

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