His hand brushed mine.

His rough palm took my tender one.

I looked up into his hurt-filled eyes.

A pang of guilt hit me.

His lips brushed mine.

His soft lips ever so gently pressed against mine.

I wanted to melt in his arms.

It was then I knew

I was forgiven.

His heart brushed mine.

His peaceful heart quietly filled my own.

I knew that more than anything, this was real.

Soft whispers of I Love Yous filled my ears.

and my eyes filled with tears.

His life brushed mine

and our paths have become one.


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