Love // Thought

Too Young

"You treated me so nice, you know that?" I asked him, looking up to his hazel eyes.

"How? I liked you, and treated you so."

I hold his hands. "Do you remember when we went ice skating ? Everyone was basically doing figure eights around me and tried to teach me, but it was you who helped me." I look up and grin.

He smiles back, "you held my hand for so long. That's when I knew I genuinely liked you."

My grin grows, we stopped in the middle of the field. "I don't even know how long I held your hand. But i realized and let go. It would be sweet; watching a young version of us hold hands, skating."

"It would be even better if we were young and in love." He gives me a departing simper, heading away from me. My hands cold without his.

"Maybe we were to young to know it."