Doubt

This budding reticence regarding being close to me was present in the way you served me tea and in the curve of your smile.

Your touch was hesitant, reluctant even. Your gaze, fleeting and darting all over the place. Your embrace was hollow and your heart beat like a trapped hummingbird. 

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