Dearest Lovely,
I pictured us holding hands today. I could see your long, but ever so soft perfect fingers weave into mine. Waiting so paiently for me to receive them. I slowly let them touch my own. You hold my hand gently, but every once in a while you give me a small squeeze, as if you're letting me know that you're still here for me and will never let go. As I look at our hands, through what I'm imagining, I wonder what you're actually doing this very moment. As for my thoughts they go on endlessly.
