Your hands look lonely. Clasped, one over the other, quietly sitting in your lap. Here, let me keep them company. Allow me to fill the gaps between your fingers. How does that feel? Excuse me, but my hands are a bit cold. I hope that isn’t much of a problem. Look. My hands seem to perfectly fit between yours. I am glad. But wait, do you hear that? I think that is my heart beating. It’s getting louder. I apologize, this doesn’t happen very often. What was that? Yours is beating too? Well, this is a phenomenon. What should we do? I see, let’s continue holding hands. But what of our hearts? A kiss you say? I have heard that kisses are the first step to a person’s heart. Come closer. I can feel you breathing now. It’s pleasant. Our lips are interlocked and I can feel your hands caress mine. I can hear your heart beat against mine as we continue to kiss. Please, let me look at your hands once more. They seem happier. Each finger tracing the outlines of mine. Please, don’t ever leave me.
