"It was 9pm and we were stuck in a train somewhere around Washington Square. You grabbed my hand and commented about how iced cold they felt. I looked at you with a smirk and laughed. Our hands touched that night for the first time, and I never felt so much warmth in my life. I never thought about letting go, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how we still weren’t anything but two strangers who just met, and at any second this could be the first and the last time our hands were so close together. But look us at now. One night of falling into each others mind has turned into almost three years of you telling me how you’ll never get used to my cold hands, but you always smile when I joke about us growing old together."
Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing (via vodkakilledtheteen)
