Holding Hands...

He walks on my right side but he is not walking with me

We are still strangers. I hear my friend's laughter. 

Everything seems a blur. With only him in my focus like the portrait mode in-camera. 

I see him... He also feels the same...

I could tell you, I don't know why

He takes my hand and holds it. 

Everyone is there But no one notices. 

I feel the rush of tears in my eyes. It's not like I am happy, I am emotional.

We are walking. He exactly feels what I feel

And the point comes, Where we have to leave our hands

Letting go... is the toughest... But still, I had no other go...

He looks at my eyes

I woke up!?