“I never know what to do with my hands. In pictures, they’re awkward. Making art, they’re tools. In danger, they’re weapons. But when I’m with you, somehow they’re all of it at once. I don’t know how to touch you without asking if you’re okay. I don’t know how to hold you without feeling like I’m gripping a million dollar painting in my hands. I don’t know how to feel you without wondering if either of us will explode. I never know what to do with my hands. But if you held them a little, I don’t think I’d have that problem anymore.”

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K.P.K