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Dear William Beckett:Thank you for holding my hand, and only mine, while everyone was tearing your arm away.
It was an out of body experience. Our time is almost, our time is almost here. While you squeezed my hand, I rubbed the back of yours, while you sang, I sang along. I pushed back tears, I never cry in front of people. I felt special, how tiny the chance was that you took MY hand. How I was desperately trying to touch you but never succeeded, you took my hand. I hadn't expected this. No, definitely not. I had just wanted to touch you arm, just for a second. When you took my hand, while you were holding it, I was hearing my heart thrumming in my ears. I could not believe it. If I had known, that morning, when I woke up. If I had known. ![]() ![]() ![]()
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that's so sweet!