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Lost in Bliss This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Carrie, Brooklyn, NY

     Sitting next to him at the movies and wishing he would reach for my hand, I tell myself he will in time. And he does. When he offers his hand, I take it. Now all I can think about is how my hand in his feels so right.

We walk side by side and hand in hand to his car. He opens the door and as I go to get in, he takes my arm. He looks as if he is going to tell me something, but he doesn’t say a word and lets go. He walks to the driver’s side and climbs in. We ride in silence all the way to my house.

Just as I start to thank him for such a wonderful evening, he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear. I know what is coming next and I don’t move. We kiss and I am lost in bliss.

He gets out and opens my door before offering me his hand again. I take it and we walk to the house. He smiles and tells me he had a lot of fun and would like to see me more.

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