I looked down and found your fingers enlaced with mine.
I laughed at you.
Though, I secretly hoped that you wouldn't let go.
My face burned a fire, but I told you I was cold.
I tried to let go, but you clutched my hand tightly.
I panicked and struggled free from your grip.
Yet, I wish I hadn't.
I wanted to feel that way forever.
When you said goodbye, I hesitated.
I wanted to wrap my arms around you and maybe even feel your lips against my skin.
Maybe one day,
you could learn to love me.
And, I could find myself,
once again,
enlaced with you.
