When we are having a rough time, he takes my hand and will not let me pull away. He knows that there is power in taking my hand. He believes that peace is found in connecting....... his hand in mine or his hand elsewhere.
I can remember the very first time he took my hand in his. We were at the mall. I have no idea what we were doing.We were just 17. Even way back then, the mall was a place to go to be away from family and learn about one another. We had just started dating. Everything was new and I felt myself falling in love. He would not let go of my hand. We walked from store to store. We had only eyes for one another. His hand held mine and I loved it.
So tell us about the first time you held hands with your sweetie. Could you feel the electricity between the two of you from the very start?