I want to
quote something first from
Kit Lo hangs out with a girl... before I go on:
We (Didi and myself) held hands on our way to Carnegie Hall. I was so... unsure if I should've done that, but it felt so thrilling. It's like my hands are not cold anymore. It's the heat that counts.
The feeling of holding her hand is not unlike walking on the edge of a cliff. My heart raced, pounding so fast, that it doesn't sound like heartbeats, but to a dull and obstinate hum... It felt like a pressure cooker, locked up, and boiling quick. Her hand was warm, yet I felt like a nuclear reactor.
Holding Didi's hand was the adrenaline rush I wanted so bad. It beats even compiling my first Linux kernel by light years! If it were not for my restraint, I would've french kissed her in front of Carnegie Hall. Okay, I really don't know how to kiss her. I want to let out the bulk of the pressure somewhere, somewhere safe... I just had to sweat it out, letting myself cool down... oh well.
How's it like for you to hold someone's hand?