It has been so long since I held your hand. I miss the way my fingers intertwine with yours as they all lock together. My fingers would trace over the softness of your skin, our palms would meet and kiss as our pulse rhythmically dance to our feelings for each other. Holding your hand may be an ordinary gesture but it is the one thing I miss the most. I miss the feeling of having a physical connection with the one I love, the tenderness and smallness of your fingers with mine, the warmth of your skin and knowing that you are near me brings me great joy.
I want you to know that I miss you always.
I can’t even imagine how much pain I would feel if I never get to hold you again. But if we ever part, then I want you to remember me as the person that never took you for granted. The person that loves even the simplest moments with you. The person that treasures his time with you always. Your presence has always been enough for me. You are the only thing in this world that ever mattered. If I can have one wish, it would be to hug you at my 100th birthday and whisper in your ear, “our love made it, we made it”.
Holding your hand might be simple and innocent but this moment with you has always been worth fighting for.