I’ve always loved how mystical holding hands feels.
Kissing can be so passionate, and hugs are so sincere, but holding hands just yields so much more. You don’t have to be right next to someone, your body doesn’t have to be pressed up against them. Holding hands is a reach for someone; a tough, a linger, a staying power unlike anything else. If you feel carefully enough, there’s a heartbeat resounding in your palms, and it echoes so magnificently through the skin and bones. Two hands to hold a heart. It’s perfect.

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