Yesterday

Yesterday

I know that people are cruel and this world gets dark and lonely, but yesterday I was at a wedding and a child held my hand on the dance floor.

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I don't know why.

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I didn't know that child.

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Maybe she held on to keep her balance, maybe she mistook me for her mother, maybe she just needed guidance during the cha cha slide.

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Or maybe in that moment she realized that the world was indeed a scary and lonely place, so she grabbed my hand for comfort. The way a couple grabs each other's hands at the altar. The way we all as humans grab those closest to us and hold on for dear life.

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Or maybe in that moment, she realized that the world was the opposite of a scary place. Maybe the little one was just young enough to think that the hand of everyone still feels safe and warm. Even a stranger. Even me.

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Or maybe the girl grabbed my hand because she noticed that I needed someone to hold my hand. Maybe she saw through my smile and the sway of my hips. Maybe she saw all of it and reached out to comfort me.

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Because I know that people are cruel and this world gets dark and lonely,

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but yesterday when that child held my hand on the dance floor,

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I forgot.

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Thank you!

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