Yours is the hand I like holding most.
It’s not because I feel those crazy, sparkly tingles when our fingers touch.
It’s not because it makes me think about how, if we’re holding hands, that means you really do like me.
It’s because your fingers interlaced in mine don’t feel different.
It’s because they feel like a part of me.
It’s because it means we’re completely in stride – you’re not going faster and I’m not going slower.
It’s because holding your hand in mine is the simplest way to let you know that I love you.
And I know that it’s the same for you.