There’s something about hand holding,
the way your hands fit together as if they were designed for one another, the way your fingers seem to interlace perfectly and mindlessly wander, taking note of every crease, every area of skin, every corner of each other’s hands. Something about hand holding makes it okay to just sit in silence, silence that slowly swallows up every ounce of awkward unspoken affection and replaces it with unquestionable ease. There’s something about that immediate feeling of comfort, the feeling that at that exact moment, there isn’t any other place in the world for the both of you. Something about that physical connection that serves as reassurance that everything really will turn out alright.
(via mattywang)
