Your Hand In Mine

"You're so clumsy"

He exclaimed 

For the 10th time in 6 months of us going out,

Chuckling 

At this big chunk of my curly hair

Stuck while closing the car door.

How'd that happen?

I still don't know...

I winced with pain, he laughed

And then scurried to unwind my beehive

Out of the car door, breaking few hair strands there

"With that, I can smoothly perform a DNA test on you, or maybe black magic, you know!"

Irritated, his sarcastic tone was getting on my nerve now.

Thank god, the date is over.

As I walked towards my flat door,

He held my hand from behind

And pulled me towards him, 

His other hand on my head now, 

"Please let me get all the doors for you from now on,

I am very concerned about the rest of these hairs left on your head. Does it still hurt?

"I couldn't feel my hand or head

Or heartbeats

Or any part of me entwined with him.

The end made up for everything...

Today, wrapped in the arms of my father

Crying, I refuse to let go...

As he escorts me to the car,

There stands, that man 

Opening the door for me.

Paa wipes my tears and unhands me,

Just then, I feel this man's hand in mine...

Off I go,

But my bawling eyes, still search for Paa...

A moment later,

He whispers in my ear

"I am very concerned about the rest of these tears left in your eyes." 

Pulling me closer, he kisses on my forehead

And asks

"Does it still hurt?"

The end made up for everything...