I remember it all too well. It was a cold winter afternoon in December as trickles of snow fell on top of our heads. We were silent while walking down a familiar street after watching a movie. I could hear our footsteps, and yet not a word was spoken from either of our lips. I slid my hand towards hers ever so slightly until I could feel her fingertips brush against mine. I opened my hand to receive hers and interlocked our fingers. I could feel the gentle softness of her skin, and smallness of her hand compared to mine. It was warm, kind, and comfortable as if it was made perfectly just for me. But the cold was unforgiving to our skin and it would not let our hands stay that way forever. So I took her hand with mine and tuck them safely into my pocket.
She broke the silence and said, “are you planning to keep my hand forever since you put it into your pocket?”
I looked at her and grinned, “it was mine the moment I touched it.”
“Oh really?” She said while smiling.
“Yup! Don’t worry, I will take care of it. I will take care of you. Always and forever.”
She averted her gaze from mine as her cheeks began to be flushed with red.
I took my other hand and touched her chin. I lifted her head a little as I leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“Your lips are now mine also”, I said while smiling.
She smiled. “Only if you take care of them.”