We both sat on the bench first. His head was leaning on my shoulder while we were holding hands... I was silent and so was he.

A few seconds later, I felt him squeeze my hand. I didn't realize that I was smiling because of what he was doing and my heart was starting to beat faster again.

I miss this, this feeling. When I saw that his tears were falling earlier, it was as if the anger I was feeling disappeared, it was replaced by pain because he was hurting...so I was hurting too.

I looked at the time and realized that I had been here for two hours,...