"holding her hand
was like holding the whole world.
and she didn't want to let go,
scared of having no place
to settle, to live."
♡︎
her falling tears were miggled with the wine and autumn leaves were falling with them. she was finally out of danger - her grandmother. what a relief grew this message in my lovely yubin's heart.
she visited me every week in my house - the day my family was working and my grandparents had left to take a walk in the park. we played our favourite music while reading and talking, always sharing a glass of white wine. we laid next to each other. her hair were red now, touching her shoulders. she could choose any color she wanted and still look beautiful.
when our hands touched, i panicked inside, wishing i could grab her hand without seeming weird.
"what are you doing?" she caught me looking at our hands inches apart.
"it's totally okay," she fast understood and laid her hand on mine. "it's nothing unusual, it's not a thing friends wouldn't do, right?"
her small smile on her soft lips made me pretend to read and wonder. i could've just looked at her without hiding myself behind a book, i could've just touched her hand whenever i wanted to, i could've just wrapped my arms around her body if i had needed a place to belong, i could've just kissed her cheeks and told her what i really felt about her, i could've just said i loved her because a half year from our first meeting, i realized i did.
