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The Back of My Hand Brushes Against Yours

You smiled at me with that special eye smile of yours, melting me again and again.

Walking down the streets with you, nothing special, but it was enough.

Because of our hands that were brushing against each other.

Once, twice, thrice and more

I tried my best to not blush; after all I was a man.

But, how could I not?

You are my first love and I’m just so shy with you.

Seeing my red face, you stop eating your ice cream and look at me with a concerned expression.

“Are you sick?”

Asking this, you put the back of your hand on my burning face.

“Y-yah, i-I’m not s-sick.”

Feeling your hand on my face made me nervous,

Because I finally know what your hand felt like against me.

Soft and gentle,

Just like you.

Smiling cheekily at me, your eyes turning into two little crescent moons once more,

You dabbed a dot of ice cream on my nose and ran off giggling.

I was ecstatic with our skinship but of course, I ran after you, pretending to be mad.

Finally, I caught you and laced our hands together.

You blushed at the closeness and pulled your hand back.

I was disappointed but of course I didn’t show it.

Instead, I continue walking beside you, letting the back of my hand brush against yours.

Once, twice and thrice.

We lost our momentum and suddenly our hands were not brushing against each other anymore.

Passing through the huge crowd in the busy streets, we lost each other in the crowd.

The cold air brush past the back of my right hand and I felt so empty.

The back of your hand wasn’t brushing against mine anymore.

The warmth was gone and emptiness replaced it.

Hurriedly, I looked around, finding you back in the large crowd.

Not wanting to feel the cold emptiness of your missing hand,

I gathered up my courage and held yours tightly while looking ahead nonchalantly.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw your surprised expression change into a happy one.

And, I decided I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Walking down the same street with different feelings, I stop and smiled at you.

“W-will y-you be m-my g-girlfriend?”

Shy and blushing, I raised our linked hands and asked you the question I wanted to know since forever.

Without answering me, you continued holding my hand and started walking ahead.

I knew that was your way of saying yes and I smiled once more,

Knowing that the back of our hands weren’t ever going to brush against each other.

Feeling the warmth of your small, soft hand in mine,

I promise to love you more than anyone will.