Sometimes I linger a step behind only to wait for him to reach for my hand.
~Just L (February 17, 2016)
Author’s Note: I miss this the very most; there is something incredibly intimate about holding my love’s hand. I am a sucker for the simple pleasures, such as holding hands, kissing, and other seemingly small gestures of affection that connect two people in big ways. And, when he grasps my hand, entwining his fingers in mine to boldly lead me, protect me, or to make a public proclamation that I am his… *swoon*
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