They sit in a busy café and smile across the table at each other. Retelling the story of how they met, squabbling over whose facts are more accurate. ‘It’s all about the details’, apparently.
Two pairs of hands sit on the table top close to one another. A passing waiter distracts me and when I look back their hands are now held. They sit beaming at each other. The details of the story are suddenly insignificant and forgotten. All that matters is this moment.
I silently wish them all the best and hope that this lasts for as long as it can. I am glad that they are brave enough to do what I never could- hold hands in public and show the world their love. Perhaps they are naïve, but for now, I would like to think them brave.
Just hold hands Matthew! Do it!
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