When Our Hands Find Each Other Without Thinking

There’s a difference between reaching for someone and just finding them. When our hands meet in the dark, it doesn’t feel like a decision, it feels like instinct. Like the universe nudged us closer without asking permission.

It’s the kind of touch that doesn’t need words. No planning, no pretense, no hesitation. Just fingers brushing, then holding, then refusing to let go. And it’s in those small, thoughtless gestures that I feel the biggest truths. That I’m safe. That I’m wanted. That maybe love isn’t always loud  sometimes it’s as quiet as two hands colliding in the dark.

Final Word: The simplest touches carry the heaviest meanings.

Disclaimer: This is tenderness written out, not a guidebook. Everyone holds hands differently.