Hold.

You know how it feels when you meet someone for the first time? You barely look at each other because you’re so scared to initiate that first bit of contact. And then it begins slowly. One word spoken by either, you don’t even remember why or who it was, just that it was. A spark of interest, perhaps, when you realize how similar you are. And you start thinking about it. Thinking about it a little, at first, and then looking for excuses to talk. What could be more innocent?

And then you move on to the first real conversation. The first time you dare to raise your eyes to each other when you’re talking, and this time, your eyes don’t slide off into the distance, taking the easy way out. You choose to look at each other, you choose to hold each other’s gaze. It starts, then, warm somewhere inside you, all yellow and orange in its warmth, filling you, lifting you up; you begin to know each other now, and it feels wonderful. But you’re still a little antsy, a little fidgety. You avoid more personal contact now, and talking is all you do. That, and looking. Looking so deep, being looked at so deep that it feels like you’re exposed, laid out in full view.

Pivotal moment as you’re thrown together once again. No choice now, nowhere to run. You do it, now. Almost simultaneously. Reach for each other in the crowd because you’re so afraid of being lost. And it happens. You clutch at each other, and you’re holding hands. A thrill, a spark, of electricity runs through you, you look at each other, and you know now that even in finding each other, you’re lost forever. Things bloom and whirl around the two of you, and you begin to live in a kaleidoscope of infinite beauty and charm.

(https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=474509945971266&set=a.389107594511502.97735.169003533188577&type=1&theater : the other piece of inspiration for this post. Do go check this page out,it’s amazing.)

(This is a bit of a departure from my usual style, I hope you all like it! )