Tell me what it feels.

What it feels when these cold hands touch your face with such delicacy? These hands are cold and warm at same time, and his fingers strokes your cheek so gently...

What is this pain on your breast? A warm pain, burnning and, somehow, fills you with joy, product of those words him. Because you waited so long, you have dreamed his voice dedicate them to you, that you fear that no more than that: A dream.

But, is real.

That voice, she told you.

So, tell me.

What it feels when those eyes land on you? When those gold's orbs are set solely on you, with so much tranquility, peace and other indescribable feelings, that you can only be hypnotized by them.

A man of gold.

What is this feeling that invade you? That strange warmth that comes from your stomach to your throat and it expands beyond the toes of your fingers. And suddenly you feel the air becomes heavier, harder to breathe and you fear it's all over before you find the answer to these sensations.

Tell me.

What it feels?

They have only been a caress and a look but have the notion that it is more than that, just because is that person who looks at you that way, to you.

To you and anybody more.

You want weep.

As if a longing of all your life was fulfilled you feel that the tears of happiness want to go out at any time. As you're waiting for this person for all your life and more.

Eternally expected.

And suddenly the distance between you diminishes in a warm embrace, and the trees how agreeing leave to fall its flowers; These of the same color that your eyes. And the sound of the wind accompanies him in a silent ballad.

Invisible accomplice.

What is it that you feel? To realize that this first meeting was no accident, It was fate who decided from the beginning. When you remember that this feelings was born in the moment when you saw him that first time in the eyes several seasons ago.

Now, you realize that he felt same, too.

Love at first sight.

What do these lips taste like? These that are so near yours that already enclosed you can feel them. And then you are who completes the union. It is only a soft, fragile touch, and is that you are afraid; of what? You do not know, of continuing maybe.

And he realizes. He smiles and you do not understand because.

You not know that to do.

Then he caress your hair, this one that contrasts so much with your clothes and makes you see paler than indeed you're. And you want to say something but you do not. Not Because You not want, it is that there are not enough words to tell how much you love him.

You, that love them all. With the heart.

But you love him more. With heart and soul.

Because you know that a conventional "I like you" is little and "I love you" is not enough so many times that you've dedicated to the world in general.

Nameless love.

So, you keep silence and decides that such feeling not can be expressed in words.

Voiceless love. Without idiom or lenguage.

And he, as always, know it. And is because he love you, agree your silent, because the love, the true love, means to respect the way of be of the other person, take care and understand him.

True love.

Then reattached the faces, first just hitting and touching their foreheads as if were cats, then follows a soft touch of lips that soon becomes a sweet kiss full of feelings, tenderness and some laughs.

So, tell how you feels.

Loves somebody as well.

Be loved as well.

Tell me.

What it feels?

What it feel to know that this is just the beginning?

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Hi there! What did you think? all kinds of constructive criticism are welcome. And, if you do not understand: here is declared Tsugaru and Psyche not know how to say that yes.

This is a continuation of two of my oneshots in Spanish: "Elegías de lo que dejamos" y "Réquiem por las almas rotas".