When a hand pulled me
from the shadows of the janitor closet
i wasn't expecting it to be you.

Actually no.
I wasn't expecting it to be you.
I wanted it to be you.

"Shh," you said, breath tickling my cheeks,
making my heart race miles,
blood rushing, stomach fluttering, toes curling...

Ethan, I had really missed this.

"What?" I whispered,
noting how your eyes clouded as my
b r e a t h tickled the hair on your
forehead.

You suddenly pulled me in for a
h u g.

Everything stopped.
Your breathing,
my breathing,
no eyes fluttered,
no legs moved,
no voices heard;
Everything stopped.
Except for two hearts.
They were trying to
w
i
n
each other in a synchronised marathon.
Our

f i r s t h u g.

"Christmas," you exhaled in my ear, "under the town Christmas tree. 5 sharp."

Your hand moved to
rest snuggly in the small of my back.
My hands moved around you neck,
burying myself in you,
through a happiness too painful to bear.
That was all the answer we both wanted.

This was going to be the
best Christmas
ever.

I know lol. She's overreacting for a hug but man, it's the little things that matter to me (I still remember shaking hands with this one guy who means a lot lol xD) so yep.