Crush

The sky was very blue. The sun very bright and your eyes very green. I walked next to you. Indefinitely it seemed. We spoke about truth and nature. About science and convention. About religion and life. But all I could think about was wanting to hold your hand. I fretted and twisted in my mind. I tried to coax myself into being bold and brave, but failed miserably. Then you said: Nina, may I hold your hand? The sun kept on beaming. The sky was just as blue and your eyes even greener. Our conversation did not lose its flow and the topics remained interesting and fetching. But all I could think about. All that really mattered, was that my hand was now in yours.