Hands. (tw: s*xual assault mention.)

Hands are for holding your pets. Hands are for hugging your friend. Hands are for opening the door for someone. Hands are for holding somebody else’s hand. Hands are for many things. Many good things come from a touch from a hand. But bad things too. I need to say no but. What about their feelings. What about how they feel about me? Will they hate me for the two letter word? Will they even listen? Are my words going to be enough? Will I ever know? Never. I can’t hurt another, I’d rather hurt myself. Let them be happy. Even if it means I’m sad. Oh the wonders of hands.