I measure my love of a person by how well their hands fit with mine. It's the color of trust, the brightness of my life and my future in the safety of your palm. I would close my eyes and listen to my heart as it beats to the sound of your footsteps. You lead me to places I do not know, and frankly I do not care. There are no new ways to say this, and maybe this is an eternal truth: as long as you are with me, I am where I am supposed to be. x
No kidding though. One of my favorite things to do when I’m exhausted is to hold hands with a person I trust and then sleepwalk. I just instinctively follow where they lead and how they walk while I take a walking nap.
I wanted to do that earlier, but then I remembered I was literally on a masturdate (date by myself), so there were no hands to hold.
I actually just thought of this walking home from my grand trip around Manila. More about that later!