She grasped my hand for
The first time. Tentatively,
Unsure if she feared my pulling away,
Or that I would stay.
In broad daylight, the scandal felt
More dangerous, heavier, truer
Than it had in my head.
Fears, love, pride all raced.
I think she felt it too- her voice starting
Awkward excuses that she knew
Didn’t ring quite true.
Just as quickly as we had been more,
We were once again two
Friends walking down the street.
**I’m not sure if this picture properly portrays the sticky, humid heat that I’m going for here. What do you think?
Jillian
I am in my thirties, which is hard to believe. Time goes by fast. Since that is the case, I have decided to write about it. If I can't slow it down, I can at least share with others and get help along the way! 
How To Be Myself 
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