Just Her Hand In Mine

Such a beautiful dream. I never want to let it go, and I never wanted to wake from it.
Most of it was irrelevant, some plot driven by a dreaming mind. But, her hand held in mine was such a wonderful thing. I could feel the warmth, the pressure of her touch. It was just so real. Just her hand. Even when I woke I felt it, the memory of her hand.
But it will never be. Us, walking hand in hand, unheeded by those around us. Two girls, best of friends that could be so much more. It can never be, because of the fear, because of the hate.
But now, now I have a memory, even if it is just a dream.
maladicta maladicta
18-21, F
Jul 21, 2010