Holding my hands tightly is the most powerful. That I could no longer feel worries and fear because he was already holding me. And not just my hand but also my soul and life. I'm already contended on loving and admiring him closely and not that far.
We're close, super close.
I may not have had the guts and declined to take the chance that destiny gave me. On confessing and telling him everything how much I want his love, how much I want to make things happen with him. While he holds me and kisses me so deeply like no one is cared to watch us, to watch what we are doing.
But life is so good, too good that before I fought that I will have the courage to do what I should do. I then found out that he was already courting the girl I once introduced to him. I'm still happy for him, I'm having a mixed emotions but I can feel that I'm happy... for what he was doing at that time, he deserves to be happy too and that's the only way he could feel what I feel when I'm with him also.
