20 April 2012
- Hands Brushing -
We went from waving to brushing our hands against each other. We see each other in the halls and he reaches out his hand. I reach out mine. And for one, blissful second... We touch. Before it melts away, before his warm fingers are gone, and I smile and keep walking, trying to fight the blush seeping onto my cheeks.
MWH - Moment #6 • Opuss № I