I was at the beach, sitting on the sand watching the ocean. It was a sort of cloudy evening with a light pink and purple pastel sky. I would laugh once in a while and I would cover my mouth when I did. I don't like anyone seeing my smile, its not for just anyone or everyone. It may seem childish and unreasonable but I do have my reasons. I was looking far into the ocean and then he comes behind me and sits right beside me and holds my hand. His hand was smaller than mine, and he seemed more frail, thin, and paler than me. It made me sad. My hands kept getting sweaty even though I don't ever get like that but he would still hold my hand. We sat there for a while. It was windy and I was having one of the best times of my life so far. I wanted to tell him everything I couldn't before but I wasn't able to talk. I wanted to cry and let him now how precious he is to me before I could go on with the rest of my life and the same with his. I could feel he felt the same way about me as I did for him. It was so relaxing. He laughed once in a while, those little cute laughs of his. Then everything just faded away.