I remember the gleam in his eyes,
as I nodded my head.
His smile so bright,
that it was contagious.
I remember him saying those three words,
and me becoming mute.
Yet I found my voice, and uttered a "Thanks."
With my head going for his chest.
I remember being held so tight to him,
as if he never wanted to let go.
his chin rested atop of my head,
because c'mon, I was pretty short.
I remember just staying like that,
but only for a few moments,
before we were bombarded by friends,
"Finally," they had exclaimed, "he asked you out."
I remembered the smell of salty skin,
and the heat of his hand in mine,
as if it were clutching mines like a lifeline.
And still, he never left my side.
I remember our bodies coming closer,
for he wanted to dance,
to which I couldn't,
but he was persistent, I tell you.
I remembered him coming closer,
and I backed away,
and carried to play Clash of Clans,
and then noticed, he played too.
But, as I look back,
I realize something.
He will hold something over me,
and it will never go away.
For he taught me something,
and left behind something else entirely.
Someone who is late to the reaction,
and left me dazed and confused.
It's been months,
and yet, every time I see his picture,
my heart lurches out of my throat.
Again and again.
