Friday, August 19, 2011

Kiss me, you fool

Last week, I walked out of the unit with Larry T. and his parents.  (They were taking him out for a Therapeutic Leave of Absence, an up to four-hour release from the unit that families are allowed. A.k.a, TLOAs.)

Larry signed that he wanted to hold my hand. And then, it happened.

He kissed me.  Right on the back of my hand.  It was so sweet.  At least twice, if not three times.

I felt so special and warm inside.

Then last night, I saw him, the cad.  Signing to all the female Clinical Assistants that he wanted a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s when I knew.  I knew he’d been kissing other girls.  I feel so cheap and used.

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