Is it the good mornings??
Is it the way can make me smile when Im feeling down???
Is it the his way with words????
What ever it was it keeps me up at night thinking about it
At the 8th grade graduation, he was sitting next to me at the sounds board. The computer on my side and the projector on his. His leg was shaking, I couldn't tell if it was because of nervousness or if he just does at normally. I stopped the 8th grade slideshow, he stopped the music and the shaded the projector. We were sitting listening to the performers when before I had even time to think he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him then back to the sound board he was fixing the piano sound and before I had time to enjoy what happened the peice of paper started to slip and his hand darted up to the projector. I sighed. oh well that was nice well it lasted.
The graduation had ended. We were packing up the speakers and he said "ok Molly you can go back to your homeroom." Then up in the booth he got his hand stuck in the big rack (sorta stupid) and I asked if you hand was hurt and I held your hand.
Was it the darkness of the booth?
who knows :)
