Jc always tried to hold my hand but I hardly reciprocated. I didnt understand why then but im glad i didnt because I've come to learn: if you hold hands with a greaseball you're going to get greasy. My relationship with him can metaphorically be defined as a series of hand holding. I'd hold his hand, get greasy, wash my hands and repeat the process about 20 times over. Finally one day I got sick of the grease and washed my hands of him entirely. It's really hard to make a drastic step like that when you've gotten comfortable with a certain person and you've made several sacrifices to get there but it's even harder not to make that step when you know you might regret it later and end up resenting yourself for letting someone treat you that way.