My friend decided to make up
This holiday for holding hands.
Every Wednesday she would grab my hand and we would walk down the halls telling people to do the same.
The thought of it still makes me smile.
Well, one day
There was this stranger.
I had seen him before, but I never talked to him.
But I held his hand, he didn't mind,
I was expecting him to pull away or something
But he just smiled and walked with me.
We started talking through out the school year
And a few broken hearts later he decides
To tell me he had a crush on me,
That this crush had been going on since
That Wednesday when I held his hand.
Later I had fallen into this depression.
I didn't want to talk to anybody,
I didn't want to hold hands.
Me and this guy got distant,
Until one Wednesday when we were
Talking, I held his hand.
And that's when I told him I had a crush on him too.
In that moment, I had never seen him smile that big.
He told me he had been dying to hold my hand again.
My mistake was the timing..
He was moving.
We got close and we had to say good bye.
To this day I still find myself thinking about him
Whenever I hold hands with somebody.