He sits back, but under the table, she could feel his leg touching hers. She felt this warm feeling over her body, turning into goose pumps. She pushed her leg closer to his, locking her foot behind his….
Are you happy, what is real happiness? Pretending to be different, than who you really are? Or do we do things, we hate, to hide pain, sadness, being in with the crowed? Or do you hide, because you lost love with your first breath on earth?