Holding Hands

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His hand fits perfectly around mine. I love everything about holding hands. As he clasped his hand around mine, a chill ran through my body. I smiled, realising how my wish, dream, whatever you want to call it, has come true. All last year, I liked him, a guy that a lot of people thought was just an ordinary, unspecial person. To me, he is so much more. He's amazing in so many ways. He is kind, handsome, goofy, respectful, likes music, will listen to your problems, completely adorable, and is over all just an amazing person. These are only a small amount of things on the unnamably long list. This year, in 8th grade, my wishes came true. In 7th grade, almost all that I wanted was for him to like me back. I didn't expect him to love me as much as I did, or how much I do even today. Here's a little bit of history. I became closer with him over the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I fell even more in love with him. I told him I liked him in July and that was one of the best days of my life because his response to that was "I never thought it would be you. I like you too I'm just not ready for a relationship." I told him that I could wait. In September, we went to a carnival together and that was when I became the happiest I'd been in a really long time. He asked me to be his girlfriend when we were stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel. My wishes came true one by one as November came and I made the all region band with my saxophone. I didn't just make it either--I made 1st chair tenor in the symphonic winds band. He made 1st chair in the wind ensemble--the best band. I was so happy and proud of not only myself, but him as well. On the bus ride home, I had my first kiss with the boy I have loved for so long. A few weeks later, over break, we saw a movie together as our first date. And that leads up to today. A region clinic. Another bus ride. My best friend, Rowan, turned to him on the bus and said, "Hey, Josh, let's play dare or dare."
"Don't you mean truth or dare?" he responded.
"No, I mean dare or dare. And I dare you to hold Petra's hand," she said with a grin. He smiled and ran his hand down my thigh to take my hand, which was resting on my knee. That gave me a chill as he clasped his fingers around mine. I love holding hands. It is...just...amazing in a way. The way he would tighten his grip if the bus jerked or even just to hold me tighter. I love everything about holding hands.