Authors Note: So I needed an idea of something to write for my creative writing class so I decided on writing about my favorite people, Brittany and Santana. Britts POV.
I am trying hard not to push her;
she will do it when she is ready.
I take her soft hand in mine and hold it,
squeezing it to let her know that I love her.
I want to hold her longer,
but I know I can't.
When I let go of her hand,
she rests her head on my shoulder
and her dark ponytail hits my back,
and I rest my head on top of hers.
The room is buzzing with everyone talking,
but all I hear is her breathing.
Nobody is paying attention to us
and I want to kiss her so badly,
but I know I shouldn't
so I don't.
Instead, I treasure this moment
as long as I can.