I love holding hands with you. Counting perfectly-fitted fingers in between mine. How each hand gestures that I am loved and I have someone to love in return. How my hand in yours wiped every frustration I had. Those same hands that have kept me sane even when everything is becoming out of focus.

♥

August 28, 2014
Categories: Happy, Love, Me, Thoughts, You . . Author: Me

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