“She lets me take her hand, our fingers interlocking the way she and the green-eyed boy have let their hearts interlock – separate but inseparable. In this moment I find I envy them their individuality, their uniqueness, the beauty of being able to touch like this. In this moment I envy the green-eyed boy that he will always be able to touch her like this.”

“She lets me take her hand, our fingers interlocking the way she and the green-eyed boy have let their hearts interlock – separate but inseparable. In this moment I find I envy them their individuality, their uniqueness, the beauty of being able to touch like this. In this moment I envy the green-eyed boy that he will always be able to touch her like this.”

— Amie Kaufman