The warmth of a hand held...Walking through a crowded room, the first time you grabbed my hand before I could reach for yours, in case I got lost. When you didn't let go later, I knew then, it was happening... All through the night, I was so conscious of my hand enveloped by the warmth of your larger hand; my heart was beating so fast. It felt scary, exciting and yet kinda right.
The tenderness of an embrace...Seeing your face after being away for awhile; talking and laughing the night away. The reluctant dragging of feet as the night came to an end; when you held on that few moments longer when you hugged me good night, I couldn't breathe and I could feel it blooming in my heart... Walking to my door with my back to you, careful not to let you see the smile that couldn't stop spreading on my face. The first tinglings were rushing through me.
The sweetness of a kiss...Never expecting that things would really come to fruition and that you could really have fallen for a girl like me. Going out for the first time as more than just friends. A heart filled with anxiety, exhilaration, happiness, anticipation and uncertainty...Wondering. Wishing. Waiting. Wanting. Not knowing what will happen, if it will happen.
Tiptoeing around you, not sure how to act. How much has things changed or have they changed at all? Just when I was lost, you caught me in a moment just like many others in our friendship... When your lips brushed mine, I felt my heart skip a beat and I knew: everything was going to be alright.
The fragile heart that still holds on...You never learn how precious the little things were till they exist only in the bittersweetness of reminiscence; a yesterday that can never be returned.
