brushed

Faster? A little.

I thought I liked wine. I only took a few sips.

You told me, "That's okay [if there might be someone else]. But I will win you over. We will be in a relationship."

The song caught my mind in a net and the captor asked it to hearken back to the days of the beginning, where he-who-you-will-always-compare-yourself-to-and-not-really-ever-like sang a song for me, too. The only difference being he didn't write it himself. But I got the same feeling.

There was no pull. There was only interest. And only a few sips of that merlot on my part. The only reason I let you hold my hands for as long as I did was because mine were cold. Simply that. Did you see me blush? I didn't feel anything.

"Good luck" to you, too, I guess. As if luck has anything to do with this.