Yes . .

The next time our hands brush, you softly close your finger around mine. We move closer as we walk, and our fingers entwine, my arm over yours. Its like they were meant to be holding each other! You glance over at my face and you see a little crooked smile.

We keep slowly walking back up through the cliffs, towards the road that runs past the dorms. As we come up the stairs past Young Hall, you know that we will be saying goodbye in just a few moments. How can you show how you feel about me? How far should you take it? A kiss? A hug? A high-five?