Glimpses

Touching

It is everywhere. The heat that passes from your fingers to mine. The warmth of your arms enveloping my cold shoulders. The passion I see on your eyes that brings shivers down my spine. The intensity of your smile directed to me. Only to me.

You always do it. A graze of your fingers on my elbows, telling me that a small distance is starting to form between us. A glimpse on my direction, expressing that I should only stay with you. A light tap on my shoulders asking me to help you. A short contact of your palm on my waist shouting that I am yours. I am definitely yours.

We never notice these. We often say to ourselves that we are taking advantage of the time that we are together. We play around. We laugh together. We tell jokes. We sing. We dance. We enjoy the moment. And during those times, you always touch me. Those kind of touches that I finally understand. You may not say the right words but there they are. Too loud for everyone to hear but too soft of a whisper that only me can understand.

You are never like this before. You always tell me that I am special. And I respond by not believing you. Whatever you're showing me, they are just too good to be true. But here I am, connecting all the dots that only leads me to one conclusion. You have fallen in love.

I am getting use to this. I even miss them sometimes. I want to always feel your warmth everywhere I go. But of course, it is impossible. So I satisfy myself with the thought that you are missing me too. We miss us.

I may not be as expressive as you are. Not because I don't want to. Not because I am scared. Not because I still doubt myself. If only I can make one wish, it will be time. Though not for it to stop. But for it to continuously flow. For it to run its course with you beside me so I can show you my suppressed emotions. All the time.

I don't want to make promises. I am known to break them sometimes. But, I will make this vow. I will always look for you. My eyes will follow your every move. will always crave for your warmth. The heat of your life will be a remembrance for me that when times passes and I feel alone and cold, the memories of us will be my blanket. And somehow, I will know you are there. Only you.

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A drabble. Cause it's too short and somehow, sad? But I hope the message reaches its goal.

Photo credits from ava4181.

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