The Touch...

We never talked. Our eyes rarely met. But a spark would be ignited
whenever we caught a glimpse of each other.

She used to quietly come and sit beside me. I always had to swallow my
dry throat. As we both began writing our papers, fulfilling a
formality they call "tests".

On passing the question sheet, my hand would accidently touch hers. A
shiver would then, run down my spine.

As if somebody has touched my heart. A lonely heart which skipped a beat or two.

A touch which connected with my soul, even if it was for a spilt
second. Making me feel complete.

The world talks about love at first sight.

I experienced a touch...
Which brought me to life...
For a second or two...
After which I began living a dream again...

Gah.

PS- Very cliche. Can't help it.
*runs away*

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