You took my hand in yours and held it like you were scared to let me go. Your fingers were intertwined with mine, making my heart skip a beat. I looked at you while you sat there, taking sips from your drink, grooving a little on the music. You looked so poised just like my favourite poetry which I could read again and again without blinking my eyes, without getting bored. You turned your face towards me and gave me a smile, making me blush. You were to say something. You held my hand even tighter. Words slipping from your mouth into mine, Words making their way from unanswered questions to acceptance, we were almost there, almost. You rest your head on my shoulder, taking sip from your drink, while I was just sitting there falling short with replies and we left each other hanging for a tomorrow that never came.