there's something magical
when you have a warm hand clasped in yours.

the seemingly tingled senses,
your heightened sense of touch that seems to follow with the person's palm.

the squeezing of the palm that tells you,
that the person would be there for you.
and knowing that the other person needs/wants you as much as you do.
even the subconscious brush of fingers,
the play of nails against your skin.

it feels so different,
knowing that you're wanted and loved.
even if your eyes dont meet,
that connection is there,
felt by touch.

the gentle squeeze,
the clinging on with just a finger.

so what if the other is distracted by something else?
knowing that five fingers are still clasped around your finger,
that's enough to know you're still mine.




its funny how much you can learn from holding hands,
even if its from a six month old niece still distracted by the world.
telling you that she know you, and i know you'll keep her safe.
you stole my heart, alexis.
(:

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