so i held her.

"and later?"
she shook her head, as if to say "dont prolong this, you know i have to go."
so i stopped, i didnt tell her all i wanted to say.
all? i didnt say any of it.
ive never been that good with spoken words anyway.

so i held her.
listened to her breathing, caressed her hair,
memorized her skin, looked into her big blue-green-beautiful eyes.


"kiss?"
she shook her head.
looking straight at me, holding eye contact. waiting for a response.
i guess the only thing she could see on my face was surprise.
maybe shock, but thatd be exaggerated.
i may not know her well, but i know sometimes she does things without thinking.
i was hoping this was one of them.

so i held her.
watched her fingers slid carefully over my painted skin.
i wondered what she was thinking.


"kiss?!", i implored her bit later.
she shook her head. again.
this time i had to look away, i couldnt stand it.
i didnt want her to read me, they say i have the "you hurt me" look.

so i held her.