
Sunday afternoon, having fallen asleep in your arms. I wake up and adjust to my surroundings. The automatic comfort I get from your presence blankets me. I am blessed. Then I realise something that is so beautiful to me. I'm holding your hand. We're holding hands. Side by side, on our backs, our hands by our sides, my hand holding yours; your hand holding mine. Our fingers locked. And I melt.
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