on the complications of clasping

I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling.

I let him clasp me to his chest and I stood there feeling the warmth of his body as we leaned up against our cars in the parking lot. He pulled back to look at me and said, "The more I look in your eyes, the more I want to keep looking."

But I found myself in the familiar struggling place. "I'm not alone in feeling this way, am I?" he asked.

I tried to explain but I didn't know how. This connection feels awesome, yes. But...

And that was the night I met a longterm penpal visiting from 3,000 miles away. We hugged, and then I pulled away.