Plotless

"I admit I find it strange. Not that you walk the road, but that you do it with me." She reached over and gently tugged on his pointer finger. The oddness of the words and the gesture brought him back. Whenever she spoke, he felt like he'd never heard a human voice before that moment, and never would hear anyone but her's after.

These few sentences have been bouncing around in my head for months, but I have nowhere to put them. I have no plot, no real characters, nothing in mind but those words, in that order. I'm searching for the rest. But maybe I should just wait.