Desire

 I remember when you held my hand for the first time. I’d never felt anything like it. Your soft palm, the light sweat on it, the feel of your thumb caressing mine. Was I dreaming? I hope not. The memory of your eyes staring into mine, asking if I was fine, haunts me day and night. Will you look at me again? Will you see me again?

How do you feel? That’s all I want to know. You don’t need to answer all my questions, just this one. How do you feel? I’ve dreamt a lot of what it would be like to stand beside you, my arm in yours, your blinding smile directed at me. So I ask again, how do you feel?