It was just the two of us left on our way to the station. My eyes couldn’t help but notice every atom of you. I liked how your cheeks were flushed from the cold, how your eyes seemed to smile in sync with your dimples, and how I could see your breath fogged up the air as you talked. You said you left your gloves at home. I stared at my gloves. Obviously, my tiny hands are nothing compared to your bulky-manly hands. You placed your hand at the back of my neck. I tried to free myself from your piercing cold fingers. You laughed at my weakness and shrugged, placing your right arm on my right shoulder. I looked down. Honestly, your hand wasn’t anything close to freezing. It’s just — I wanted to keep my distance from you…cause I shouldn’t be crushing on you for so many reasons. That’s when you placed your hand on my forehead, lifting my head up. I was technically still trapped around your arm, every bit of my system flustered and yet you seem to do it so nonchalantly. We must look cute walking together like this. I curse myself. You turned to look at me and moved my head to face you, letting out a soft laugh. You put your hand down, dangling it on my shoulder. You were still laughing for God knows what reason, while there I was worried if you felt how warm my face became.
I hate how you’re not helping me un-crush you. Cause I shouldn’t be crushing on you for so many reasons.