Youth

It started out from minimalism – a certain connection yet to be plowed. Hands touching, eyes linking, and smiles fleeting. A natural happenstance around the daily living.

“I want to explore this with you.”

Willpower surged around my lungs – please, do the same.

“Yet we are so young, remember? We must be fools!” Apprehensions coiled your tone, but I understood. I feared it too.

“I think we should brave this feeling.”

“What if it fails? We don’t know what we are doing. What if it’s all a waste?”

“Are you willing to gamble?”

A beat of silence.

You gripped my hand.

From Guest Contributor Matthew Burgos