I looked at her and watched her attentively
I notices how her eyes sparkles as inspiration hits her
I noticed her upper lip twitches at a bad thought
I noted she crinkles her brows in search for something to write
I noticed how her lip sometimes curves to an adorable smile when she writes non-stop
I wanted to take a chance…
So I grabbed her left hand that was lying prettily on the table
She gasped and looked at our entwined hands
I noticed her eyes watering
I noticed her lip quivering
I noticed her cheeks getting rosy
Did I do something wrong?
She took her hand away from mine
I was shocked
She didn't like me?
She didn't feel the same?
I meant nothing to her
I noticed that she noticed my uneasiness
I noticed her smile
She then took my frozen hand with her right hand—one she was writing with
I noticed how she smiled teasingly and cheekily
She then whispered, "I hold hands with my right."
I smiled and kissed her hand
I noticed her smile growing
I noticed her rosy blush
I noticed I love her
I noticed she loves me
I noticed us