i went out with him in the end. it was with another group of guys. that explains even more.
i stick around with him, since i was like unsure of what to do. i felt cold in that dark and cold room, he came over and held my hands. the wonderful feelings was describable. the huge warm hands felt like everything in the universe, anything in the universe, it's like what i desire for years-day and night.
my friends thought we are siblings. what saddens me most was, do we look that mismatching, that we look like some close brother and sister? or is it just the age difference that led to this misunderstanding? though i naturally laughed it off, it still bothered me throughout the whole time we were together.
i ask if he could walk home with me... he agreed. my heart skipped a bit-due to joy. the joyous feeling was greater than Christmas. i desperately want to hold his hand, the moment our back of our hands brushed past each other, i draw back my hand.
the tall and handsome guy would never like me, whatever he do is always better than me, how can we be compatible? a wet blanket thought flew through my mind.
we finally reached my house. though we spent only 3 hours plain walking, it was like my happiest time ever. we talked about everything, i enjoyed the silent pauses between all our topics. the silent seem to be telling me that he's listening to me talking that cheered me up a lot.
his hands brushed over my chin, whispering, "Bye-bye." i swear that it was very romantic of that. i blushed and waved at him shyly. i began to slowly, gently take my steps towards the lift. i heard his footsteps faintly going softer and softer. i looked over my shoulders. seeing his back view of him exiting my line of sight got me disappointed. after looking at him for a few seconds, just as i was about to turn back and enter the lift, he shouted over, "call me ya?" he grinned at me. i nodded and waved at him. with a fuzzy and warm feeling of love.