"Then I feel his hand brush against mine and suddenly we’re holding hands. Forget writing and tying my shoes and flipping ribs and pulling my hair back in a ponytail. Forget all of the things I thought my hands were for before. It’s almost like after today, if I look at my hand, I’m going to wonder why it looks so bare, so empty."
— Scrambled Eggs at Midnight; Brad Barkley
