She can't stop her hands from shaking, butterflies. She looks everywhere but in his eyes, knowing that will give her away. They met many years ago and have crossed paths more than once, but noe feels like the first time. She laughs more at his jokes to hide that with one touch she would melt. She blames the cold for her hands shaking, but how can she explain her racing heart. Should she tell him or not? He knows more than he let's on,all to well he knows. He can't stop looking at her. He watches her hopin she blames the shiever is her own. He can't tell her how he feels it too, they both joke with eachother about the emotions they feel, passing them off as playful flirting. He knows that she knows, but niether one peak. They talk for hours and been silent just as long....... Comfortable silence and jibber jabber..... thanks fror everything...... you made me realize I don't have to be numb anymore.... What a great rollercoaster ride, maybe one day they will admit, but aslong as they never stop their hands from shaking or the butterfliies.......