holding someone's hand meant you were walking with someone in more than just the physical sense. Holding someone's hand meant no matter how fast or slow your pace- no matter how off sync or how different your strides were- that you two were still fused together and therefore- moving together. Never going to leave the other behind.
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"Ok- but please quit acting like a little five year old who just got a pony." I twitched at that simile. When I was five- my parents got me a pony. And I acted nothing like Clyde did. I mean- ponies are scary! It chased me around after I was forced to feed it a carrot. I didn't have anymore! I even screamed 'I don't have any more!' but it still chased after me! And my parents just photographed it like it was the cutest thing in the world! And that went on for hours! That thing could've killed me! And that's how I developed a fear of miniature horses. But- uh- yeah bad comparison.
Sinful Fool · Sun Feb 26, 2012 @ 07:33pm · 0 Comments |