Why I love hand holding. I don't know what the thing is about hand holding that I find beautiful. Maybe just the simplicity of it because intertwining fingers can say so much more than words can, or poems that try to hard.
I want a hug. But not just a normal hug. I want one of those pick-me-up-off-my-feet-squeeze-me-tight-spin-me-around-hurts-my-tummy-but-still-makes-me-smile-leaves-me-breathless-gives-me-butterflies-makes-me-giggle-stupidly kind of hug.
You make me super happy. I don't know how you do it. But for some reason. Everytime I see you, or even think about you. It's like this rush of happiness runs through my body and my heart skips. You don't even have to do anything to make me so happy.