I can still remember the very first time he held my hand. We’re crossing in the street then. I can still remember how strange it was. Everytime I remember it, I can still feel the electricity. And in our two years of togetherness, when we’re seeing each other, He’s always holding my hand even in front of every body. And I love it. Because when he’s holding my hand, I feel secured. I feel he’s always be mine. I feel he’s always be mine.
I feel he’s always be mine.