My hand in his.

Have you ever held the feeling in the center of your heart that you couldn't be happier? Well I have, and it's the first time I've held this happiness. Yesterday evening, the boy I've been speaking of asked if we could might hold hands at lunch the next day. I felt so good being asked this, and I immediately answered Sure! When he spoke to me at lunch, "Hold my hand..", instantly I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. And I felt sweat; I have no idea who's hand it was. I said it was mine, but then he laughed and replied that it was his hand. Unfortunately, he had to leave for his next class period, but he gave me an amazing hug and told me he loved me which overcame that. But I still wished we could have stayed near each other longer. Much longer. I really believe he's the reason for my happiness!