PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION!!!

Why can’t they just restrict their hands to their pockets? why actually those hands have to wander in and around the mate’s body?
Why do these couples fail to draw a demarcation line between the confinements of their rooms and a family, rather children’s park. I used to give a sneering look to every package (couples) involved in lovey dovey talks hand-in-hand, or hand-in-waist, or waist-in-hand. And often managed to look away and stare continuously at a same time, on being made forcefully and happily an audience to an epic peck on lips, neck, cheek, hands. And if by any poor chance this happened to be taking place in benign presence of my parents, I condemned the act sportingly enthused.
Until,
The day, the girl drew away her small brother, letting him not see, us too engrossed in looking into each other’s eyes, fingers entangled. The day when I realised it wasn’t just the lovely friendship we shared, it was perhaps a lot more, feelings far ahead of its times.
What back then, felt to be merely a public display of emotions, now felt like a necessity. A necessity to hold the hands hanging on ‘his’ both sides. A necessity to brush apart the fallen strand of hair on ‘her’ forhead.
A tinge of extreme feeling which ran vertically when the shoulders rub.
A necessity to sit beside him and do nothing, even keeping mum being the big word.
Presence being important than anything at all. They were too strong an emotions to be for a show.