holding hands

is such a sweet and simple gesture, yet so fulfilling at the same time. it doesn’t matter when or where; while walking around, strolling bookstores, or even while you’re driving. because when that person nudges at your hand and eventually slides their fingers interlocking with yours, you feel your cheeks getting warm, turning to a shade of rosy pink with your heart pounding like drums.

when we stopped by the road and just hold hands, staring into the world in front of us, sitting in comfortable silence in the dark of the night, i find solace. i know i am safe. when our fingers are just interlocked and one of us squeezes a little tighter, i came to realise that maybe holding hands is about speaking without words; our intertwined fingers speak for the things unspoken. maybe it is about ‘stay with me and don’t let go’.