Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Handshake

She was sitting near the fire place for it was really cold. Though there are dozens of people around her, she does not bother to keep conversation with them. She just wants to be alone and stare at him from far. She is wearing this floral ruffled dress and covered it with shawl. The party was nice though. Everything was vibrant and it became more pleasant when she finally found him. He is wearing this white polo, black slacks and he looks so clean in her eyes. He glance at her and accidentally caught her staring at him. He smiled; she took back her eyes and felt shy. He sighs seeing how gorgeous this girl.

He is a good friend. She is a very nice friend. They are friends. For her, he can be more than it. For him, she could be other than friend. They talk, share, laugh, and sing together. They love it when they talk. They feel good when they’re together. It’s like they are the center of their own untitled hopeless romantic movie.

Now, he is right in front of her. With his hazelnut-colored eyes, he talks like he is sweetly singing on her mind. She couldn’t help but smile because he smiles all the time. His chuckle giggles her. She then handed something she almost forgot. She gave this gold-ribbon wrapped chocolate to him as a simple token for the unanticipated help he made for her. He was a bit surprised. He paused then smiled and said thank you.

She still doesn’t want to go and leave him but they suddenly feel awkward. She bid goodbye, he handed his hand, they handshake but seems not at all for both of them. It lasted more than it usually is.

She felt a sudden rush in her blood yet she didn’t know if he is. He felt the goose bumps yet he didn’t know if she is.

Ahhh, the handshake shakes them.

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