When Love was Pure and Kisses were Sacred

I remember my heart beating faster when the first guy I dated was finding an opportunity to hold my hand. I remember how self-conscious I was when he touched my hair.

A simple joy, that no amount of flirtatious remarks can bring about.

I bring you, the Beatles.

I Want to Hold Your Hand

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