At the Movies

     I was aware of everything. Every breath you took, every single second that passed. It was like every nerve ending in my body was set ablaze. To everyone else, it was nothing. Just a simple nothing. Sharing an armrest with someone at the movies is completely insignificant. But to me, it was so much more. Your arm was against mine for the greater portion of the movie. And it felt like fire. Sure, I was watching the movie, but that’s not what I was paying attention to. I was paying attention to how close you were to me. How, though you had the option to move, your arm stayed resting against mine. I knew, you knew. And yet you refused to move it. Maybe it meant nothing to you…But I didn’t want it to end. For the first time all day, all week, all month, I felt very much alive.

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