Touching Hands

I miss that feeling when you’re sitting next to someone or standing next to them and you both secretly start touching each others hands. I love the way you would play with the other person’s fingers and how you’d steal a glimpse of their facial expression every now and then. I miss the warmth and thrill it would give you. I miss that feeling when you both are around people, and it’s like you’re in your own world. All you can see and think about is that other person.