Holding Hands

Day Four. Part One. 
Holding hands.

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

Thats when I start to feel like butterflies are fluttering around inside, I am not used to this. To have someone holding my hands as if it belongs to each other. 
And we're walking, talking *or not taking just enjoying ourselves in silence*, smiling and holding each other's hand

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes. From this day on, I promised  to only surround myself with compassion people like these. 

8/4/2015

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