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I have never wanted to hold someone’s hand so much.

I have never craved to trace the trajectories in a palm more than anything in life.

A hand that wraps so perfectly around mine.

Hands that warm up my constant cold ones.

Fingers thick and robust that lock with mine that makes me feel like for once in my life, the universe has finally heard my prayer and sent me something that I have been longing for. 

I don’t care about the stars not being perfectly out decorating the night sky as you want.

I don’t care about you feeling like you could have planned more for tonight. 

All I want is for you to keep playing with my hand.

To keep tracing my palm.

To keep measuring each of my fingers. 

To keep clasping our hands together and holding them up to the skylight. 

All I want is for this moment to never end because, for once, I finally feel like the main character, and I long for more of our handshakes just to keep giving me an excuse to hold your hand in mine.