Lately, when I'm drunk I want to hold hands. I hold hands with my friends, with men I'm not romantically interested in, with other people's boyfriends that I don't even wish were mine, never with the man I'm interested in. I think I even remember drunkenly holding hands with my co-workers.
I like the contact of someone's palm against mine. I think I need it as tangible proof that I'm not alone. And I like the way someone else's fingers wrap around mine. I like feeling like for a moment I don't have to be ok; someone else has got me.
And I love these people I hold hands with on drunken nights. I love them when I'm sober. They're my family. I've got them.
I like the contact of someone's palm against mine. I think I need it as tangible proof that I'm not alone. And I like the way someone else's fingers wrap around mine. I like feeling like for a moment I don't have to be ok; someone else has got me.
And I love these people I hold hands with on drunken nights. I love them when I'm sober. They're my family. I've got them.
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