Part 105

When I hold your hand, it gives me a feeling that you are mine. Not as if I own you, but you are mine. You belong to me. Are you getting me? It’s like me holding something that I hold so dear. And it’s not to show others that you are mine. No. I love to hold your hand more when it’s just two of us alone. It’s about me feeling that you belong to me. Even when the grip is feather light, I know that you are my closest. Even when I squeeze your hand tightly, it’s the most delicate moment I feel. There is just something so intimate about our palms coming together and our fingers locking in. And I love that smooth caressing of your thumb on my hand. It feels like you telling me – I love you too. And I love this I love you. We don’t say it with our mouths. We just feel it with our bones and skin.

I even remember the moments, like literally. These memories come back like chilly wind

my face. And the special thing is that I feel that exact touch. I don’t just get a flashback of the scene. I