There is something precious about a worn out older hand that has gotten tough through the years and is filled with wisdom, holding onto a small soft hand that is still growing and has not got a taste of the different life experiences they will face in the future.
“You have seen the good in me, when I thought that it no longer existed,” he said. “You’ve made the light shine brighter in my world of darkness. You’ve . . .” he took both of her hands, holding them tenderly. “You’ve given me hope, when I thought there was none left. Altogether, you have made me a better man.”
You know that feeling you get when you really like someone and you hold their hand for the first time? How it just feels so satisfying to know they have the same feelings for you? It feels like a sexual release. It’s such a light, timid hand hold. Like, they can let go easily if they want and you can too but you both try so hard to hold onto each other so lightly. It just feels so innocent and right. Literally one of the best feelings in the world.