Fools in Love
Quick litte something that I wrote before I take a nap before work. Enjoy!
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It was nothing more than a simple gesture, but somehow it left you flustered with a flutter in your stomach.
Holding hands so you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd, yet the feeling inside you made it felt like you were holding onto sunshine. You wondered if the clamminess came from your nerves or the warmth of their hand.
You were a fool in love, clinging onto the hand on the one you loved. Their obliviousness only made your feelings seem more foolish.
It felt as if your beating heart would beat right out of your chest when they squeezed your hand. Could they feel it? Could they feel your thumping pulse, the one they caused? Not over their own they couldn’t. The ringing in their ears, the heavy feeling in their chest.
They were the fool in love, dragging their love with them, gripping your hand tight hoping you wouldn’t let go. Hoping you couldn’t feel their pulse beat through the palms of their hand.