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I could feel him so close.  I knew him so well.  We had been working together on his music for months, maybe years.  But there he was today.  Today.  We had bounced around each others space for so long, trying not to touch.  We couldn't touch.  Last week all I had to do was look up when I showed him my new watch.  Just look up, I said to myself.  My breathing was slow, maybe not even there as I felt his presence.  He took my arm and his hair touched my hair.  Just look up, I had thought, just look up...No, not yet.  But, today...today I would look up, today I would.  I felt the air in my throat stop as I extended my wrist with my not so new watch on.  The sides of my neck pounded, my nerve stop.
"I want to show you my watch," and I looked up.