Rekindled Flame

I simple glance from far away… no words spoken, and yet I felt something within me that was supposed to have long been buried in the past. It can’t be true. My mind does not want to entertain the thought, but the heart was steadfast in its decision to focus on it. In their silent battle, the heart won, and it brought me to do things that could affect me greatly. I inched closer, my heart telling me it was what I wanted. What did I have to lose? Nothing? No, my peace of mind. A simple touch, a tiny spark. He held my hand and I did not decline. A warm feeling was building within. It felt so good, I did not want to let go of the gentle hand that held mine. The moment dragged on till forever, I was consciuos of his hand holding mine, never letting go, and the fire kept growing. Something told me it was a mistake, but was it? Could a mistake make you smile and feel elated? Why should I give up such happiness that I thought would never return? I wanted time to stand still, to gaze into his eyes for the longest time. But, that was impossible, and before I knew it, it was all over. A quick hug and he turned away. I was left there standing, confused. And the flame still remained.