Her hand

Date: 4/19/2018

We are somewhere eating. Rochelle is there and so is she. I’m feeling how I felt before; she doesn’t like me anymore. She doesn’t even want to look at me probably. Then there’s this feeling. Her hand in mine and mine in hers. Our hands grip each other strongly and I know that she’s missed me as much as I have missed her. I look at her and smile and she smiles back. Even if this was just a dream, it was needed.