"I figured out about something when I read comics today."
"What is it?"
She take my hand. She hold it with her hands.
"Even when holding hands you're not holding tightly i can't feel your warm when i hold it like that."
What?
She hold my hand and our palm meet but it still have some space between them. But our fingers bound together tightly.
"If you hold my hand so loosely, i might run away."
She smiles.
"Hold it tight enough that you'll feel the exchange of warmth between your finger."
She hold it tightly.
"At least think that by holding the person's hand you'll give them warmth."
She looks at me with her brown eyes.
"That what you need to do if you feel lonely even when you're with someone else. Don't you think?"
Gulp.
"What if she don't feel anything?" My voice cracked when i ask her.
"Huh?"
"What if that person's don't feel anything if i hold her hands?"
She smiles until i can see her wrinkles below her eyes.
Sh*ts
I hate it when she do that.
"It's mean that they're not the right person for you."
"Do you feel the warmth when you hold my hands?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out."
And she leaves me again.
