Moments make me uncomfortable.
Maybe it’s because I’m not sure they’re real or imagined.
Or if they mean as much to you as they mean to me.
The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against mine…and get caught in the act.
Those moments make me uncomfortable…because I’m not sure what they mean to you…or if you even notice them at all.
-The Grace Ola
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