The Beauty Of Holding Hands
There’s something so profound about holding hands.
It soothes and comforts me even if we’re walking on the street among strangers.
It feels like a promise. A promise of togetherness. Of loyalty. Of safekeeping.
The heat between our hands makes me feel as if I am sitting near the fireplace with the hot coffee mug in my hand on a cold evening.
When you’re driving and I am on the phone. Both lost in different worlds. But with your fingers entwined with mine, I feel as cosy as I would feel wrapped in a blanket with you.
I don't need to be rescued or protected
But with your firm hold around my hand
I know I don't have to fight my battles alone.
So much expressed with nothing said
That's the beauty of holding hands.