I was stirring my cup of tea when I suddenly realised how warmth his hands were.
He liked public display affections. He liked hugs and hold hands. I liked them all because they all radiated his warmth personality.
We shared the bus ride home together since we lived a few blocks apart. That night, I purposely chose to stand in front of the bus even though the seat besides him was vacant. I was mad that night. I was mad at myself and I was afraid I might lashed out on him. As soon as we arrived at our station, I got off quickly without spared him a glance and sped off.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hands and pulled me back.
"Its okay. Everything's gonna be alright," he said.
He didn't ask me what was wrong. He didn't ask me was I okay. He said it was going to be okay and everything was going to be alright. He freaking said everything was going to be alright. I broke down and cried on the spot. I didn't know I wanted to hear those words so badly until he said it.
He pulled me in for a hug and it was so warm and comforting.
"Dammit, why you always know what to say," I cursed.
Then, we both laughed still in the embrace.
YOU ARE READING
If only
Short StoryWhenever I think of you, I write. Hoping that you might read it somehow or that eventually this feeling will go away. These are all the things I think of you and words that I cant say out loud.
