Hands

I have this fascination with how people hold hands that I picked up from Jeff. We used to write each other letters during our senior year of high school, and he once told me you know you’ve found the one by how your hands fit together. And while I now think that he mostly just said that so he could hold my hand (haha), it kind of stuck around in my head.

It’s a small and innocent gesture, but you can read so much from it. I like it best when they find each other and intertwine with ease, fingers falling seamlessly into place like it’s their natural state, like every minute they are apart is a longing to return.