After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.
— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (FSG Originals, July 8, 2014)
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When you reach out for my hand and lace your fingers with mine, I feel the warmth of your skin, its scent enveloping and melding with mine, flowers bloom on my skin wherever you touch, and on my cheeks rain a soft blush to compliment the sun of my smile that peaks and shines. I look into your eyes and everything fades away but the song of your soul. Darling, for me you are such a miracle! You are everything I could ever want and then so much more. I am so blessed. How my heart beats as it feels you at its center and how much joy in each star that lits it.
e.v.e.
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Natsu and Lucy should get married before I fucking explode.
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Mutuals to hold hands with when it’s cold outside
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