It was the first time I hold a girl’s hand while we walk.
It was in a mall of Davao at around midnight;
When our friends were looking for souvenir items to buy;
When everybody doesn’t know we did and it was my first time.

It just happen in the right time.
The time when I had the courage to let my hand hold hers.
I held her wrist and then down to her palm and locked my fingers to the spaces in between of hers and fit it in.
Indeed, it was the first I did such.

The body heat can be felt;
The heat that simply communicates.
The communication was in deep silence.
And the silence made the heart hear our voices.

It’s kind of embarrassing to reveal for a man of my age to experience such at a late stage.
However, I’m proud that I did.
And I did it with her.