That Smile

He took my hand and I didn't pull away. It only lasted some seconds until I pulled away like I usually do.Perhaps my instincts are slow, or I'm just out of it today. I didn't pull away, and he saw it . I cursed at myself under my breath. He looked up at me and our eyes locked and his eyes seemed to change shades. Were they always so deep?I pushed the thought away, but then he gave that smirk half smile of his, making my skin crawl. Immediately I turned and started off in the other direction. Face burning I cursed again at my vulnerability. I'm never like this. I cursed again, I had left my bag at the bench that he had so decidedly shared with me. I'm making a fool of myself and again I rarely do. I kept going, contemplating whether or not I should go back for my bag or not give a care. I wanted to turn back but pride or what not wouldn't let me. Getting back my bag would leave him no excuse to see me again, and that's how it should be. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him again and I cursed my heart for doing so while smiling. I gave him an excuse and I was gonna let him have it. I cursed again, this time at him for making me so...so confused. I cursed at my bag, but then wondered when I'd see him again. I cursed my feet for not going back, and I don't know what I'd do if I saw that smile again.