You kept your tight grip on my small hand as you bent over so we were eye-level.
"You okay?"
I looked up.
You were smiling.
At me.
It felt strange.
Why were you the first one to smile at me since then?
I relaxed into the chair and glanced up at you for a second.
I tried smiling, but couldn't muster it.
By the look on your face, I could tell you understood.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
