In this exact same scene, our presence lingered. Shy, stolen glances and irresolute looks were existent. Warm, agile but shaky hand graced mine. It was breezy but wasn’t cold when you reached for your jacket and put it on my back. I looked at you, and I knew that at that moment, you knew that I was yours. You looked down and your boyish smile gilded your face. I smiled. That moment, I was aware that colour rose to my cheeks because I knew you were mine too. You were mine, and I was yours as we kept walking as the sun rose. But like the sunrise, we were young then. Like the sunrise, we were just beginning.