Being lost meant being found

I held his hand as we walk through the sunny forest,

who would have thought that love would bloom in such a circumstance. 

Being lost in the forest isn't that bad, I guess. I mean, hey! I found someone who would like the ME.

I thank my cowardness for he tangled his fingers between the spaces of my hands. 

The first time I felt the butterflies and the pumping, dancing of my heart.

I was happy, definitely happy.

he looked at me and smiled. we wandered in silence yet the dancing of our hearts covered it. 

he stoped walking and looked at me, by the look of his eyes, I knew that there was something he wanted to say. 

"hey.." he said. taking a deep breath and squeezed my hand tighly and-

it rained. 

we found ourselves under an oak tree for shelter.

the pouring of the rain covered our awkwardness. 

"hey--" he broked the silence between us, smiled at me and continued "being lost with you is--

and it stopped. I woke up in the middle of our class. 

"A dream" I murmured.

the bell rung and everyone was packing up and hurried out.

"hey!dude wake up"

I accidentally looked at their direction, a group of boys that are called "The Prince'' in our campus.

I packed up and realized that someone was looking at me at my peripheral vision.

our eyes interlocked. We knew each others' thoughts that moment, but I also know that we were living in a different world yet the same planet.

I hurried out and got my way through the exit, when it suddenly rained-the rain loves me, I got it-

an umbrella was over my head, I looked at the owner with surprise.

he held my hand and smiled saying "being lost with you meant being found to me"

I properly interlocked my hands with him and smiled in response and--

THE END.