Ironic how there are some things we want to forget but we simply cannot. Are these things plaguing our mind. Is it even really a plague? Or do we simply just enjoy reminiscing the days gone by.
->We had been walking for quite sometime. Where were we headed to? I don't recall.
I had my arm wrapped around your forearm. Our arms intertwined.
We were too scared. Too shy to even hold each others palms. Wind our fingers together. As if to confirm how comfortable and secured we are with one another.
It was the closest I've ever let anyone be.
I wouldn't be the first. I was nervous. I was anxious. I was excited.
What is this. How can this person let this be. How are they so trusting to let me do this to them.
How am I trusting them to get this close. My cold exterior is slowly melting.
The air was cold and crisp, the sky was dark. It was drizzling, it wouldn't take long before it would rain.
I had paused and you kept on walking...
I was typing out a message on my phone, without much of a thought I just stopped. Concentrating on the message on my screen.
You kept on walking on. I wonder if you did it on purpose. I secretly wish you did.
Our arms slid from our hold as you kept on walking. You trailed down my forearm till your hand found mine. You didn't turn to look at me, you just kept walking. Your hands were surprisingly soft, gentle and warm despite the cold. I'd always imagined them to be rough from work, from all the cigarettes you smoke. Just judging by the sight of your forearm. You hands were a contradiction.
Little words were exchanged between us starting that moment. I honestly probably could never forget.
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