The grasp on her hand tightened.
She gazed down as she saw how her hand was now enclosed in a much larger one, her palm cupped by another.
She studied the large fingers, soft to her sensitive touch.
Her watching eyes traveled up the cuff of a black sweater, the long arm encompassed ending in a broad shoulder.

*
The millions of lights flashed by like glittering fire flies, as her mind drifts off to a particular memory that always gave her butterflies.
*

Her eyes met a strong jaw speckled with the day’s ever-growing facial hair, soft lips drawn together and turned away, an enticing nose, and the profile of what she knew from past experience to be breathtakingly harmonious eyes, calming her very soul
Her own eyes widened in realization.
He?…He was holding her hand.

*
The lights seemed to transform into the very memory that she held most sacred to her heart.
*

Tightly.

Strongly

Securely.

But why?

*
Millions of thoughts, millions of reasons, to why it happened, neither she could have explained nor wanted to define, the moment was to beautiful to be characterized into written words of symbolism
*

She followed the curve of his profile with her eyes.
He had forever been so different towards her.
Why then was he gripping her hand so tightly, peering over the land of flowing bodies, laughing and shouting, smiling and laughing with his jaw set in that particular grin and eyes as though lost somewhere else far from here?

She longed to question the man holding her as his own but as her lips parted exhaling and ready to speak her thoughts all that escaped was a silent and unnoticed ‘puff’ of air.
Did she truthfully want to ruin this “moment”, or whatever they were currently sharing?
Even if the silence was tense and unexplained?

She had longed for this silence, the stillness of tranquility and contentment
Peace without heated words, awkward words, without others that joined a conversation that related to nothing with what they were trying to say through body language and yearning eyes that tried to converse words.

*
She smiles to herself as she allows that particular memory to overcome her body, as she allows every moment within that memory fill her body with unfathomed warmth and happiness

*
In that instant everything she was thinking could be left unsaid. The embarrassment of admitting to a secret adoration could be left among the shadows, cowering behind the box of unrequited love and passion. Her pride could remain verbally unscathed for the day, and her heart could swell instead.
These things left unsaid could haunt her another day.

A Sunday preferably

Today all that mattered was the silence and the tight, comforting squeeze she returned to his strong hand.
No she thought, the silence said more than what words ever could
The echoes of people surrounded the peaceful dreamers, and without hesitation the man removed his hand.
And all she could feel was emptiness and abandonment as the warmth slipped away
For the actions of one spoke louder than any words ever could

*
She smiled to herself as her cheeks deepen into the redden hue and she escaped into the most amazing memory that she held above all, never hearing a voice trying to wake her from her slumber land of beautiful dreams
*

Nothing breaks through the haze of desire.
Not the hurt she has felt from all of their past mistakes nor the loneliness and guilt that haunts because he sees it all everything he loves about her and - yes sometimes, he tests her, in fact he tests her all the time, he tests everything about the woman that loves him so.

And he despises himself for that, because she reveals how cold and cruel and scared he can be deep inside... -. But under her warmth his withered seeds crave for a chance to blossom - and sometimes, and oh, so seldom, he let a little smile creep in his eyes and lips as he watches her.

She felt at that time that he was looking at her, for at that moment she looked up, catching his light green gaze. He smiled softly at her - not the trademark cocky smile that used to send a million fan girls into a frenzy, but a genuine smile that was reserved only for her. She felt her breath catch in a way that she had not felt in the longest of time.

Without recognition, as he pulled the woman up, she never realized as her breath caught within her body, as her limbs became frozen, and her mouth formed the ‘o’ shape, and his lips pressed against her own, eliciting thousands of sensations and emotions.

His eyes were dancing with emotion, all kinds of emotion, she would never get enough of that, a chill chased down her spine; a chill that had nothing to do with temperature.
He whispers her name over and over against her lips, murmuring it into her mouth and cherishing the way she gasped his name before he captured her lips again.

*
And she remembers their first kiss, as those lips that captured hers so many years ago, swirl and release those same emotions into her heart and mind, over and over again.
And the voice that shakes her from her memory, peers down with those same green delicate loving eyes, as they celebrate another year together, and though 5 years have passed, it feels like their first kiss every time her lips meet those of the man that’s captured her heart and sends unfathomed and uncontrollable emotions through her body.
*

As she releases her body from the man, she looks to him and smiles’, knowing their first kiss was the start of beautiful things.