Your hands. The way they fit mine, the way you tighten your grip when we're walking side by side. The way you hold my waist to pull my body next to yours. The way your hand cups my face and fills my cheek with the warmth of your palm. And I miss looking into your eyes. When you squint and they disappear for a second or when you look straight at
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