we were walking along ayala avenue, bearing the moment of not touching hands---afraid of being caught by someone who knows us and most importantly those who don't. its one of those devastating feeling, if you ask me, the feeling of being vulnerable.
at that moment, all i could do is to surrender myself to the luring serenity of the place and walk silently until we reach our destination. then, LB finally broke the silence and said,
"the place is barely deserted as if we own it."
i wanted to affirm the thought, atleast to believe that we really do and put a smile on our faces and attached it with sweet words, saying how romantic it was. but i couldn't find any way to express it, from which my heart will agree. i realized that it was the only thing in this world not worth owning--- the feeling of loneliness despite you are with someone.
how can i say that we own the place, if both of us could not even feel each other's hands? if we are both paranoid about so many things that might come ahead of us? i know that we have the option of not minding whatever will come our way.
but i guess, it is indeed, easily said than done.