I saw you again.

Perhaps, I watched lots of news about pedophiles around the world. Shootings, killings, rapings etc. There was shooting happening and we took shelter from a nearby area and stayed behind the glass. You were there, sitting beside me with some friends on a bench attached to a table.

We talked. We smiled. We laughed. We looked into each other’s eyes.

That’s when you held me with your left hand, the hand that you always hold me. I was melting away by the warmth of you. I rested my head on your left arm while you’re holding me. It’s the same feeling, for sure.

At last, you’ve answered my questions. I’m glad.

I love you.