Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
I just want to know if you’re hurting as much as I am. If you miss me as much as I miss you.
Your voice, your smell, you kisses, the gentle way you hold me close, the smile that brought be joy to see, your nerd-ness of Game of Thrones, Monkey that travels with you, the way you always brush your teeth after every shower weather you’re going to bed or not, your snoring that only happens when you work to much that night, the great way you would put your forehead against mine or when you wrapped your house scarf around us both to share a kiss before I left for Germany and getting to play with your hair when we lay next to each other.
I miss everything dearly.
I really want to be next to you right now.
I want to hold you again.
I miss you.
