Holdinghands

Last night, I held his hand as he held his arm around one of my best friends.

It was pleasant, until I remembered her looking at me, eyes almost teary, and the words that came out of her mouth. She asked me not to flirt with him. "Please." She said, in a tone that was so serious, it was almost sad.

As I moved my hand out of his, I felt him squeeze my fingers tighter.

Maybe he is torn too?

Or maybe it's all in my head.

In a way I hope it's all in my head.

In a way I hope it's not.