As a kid, I listened to the Beatles sing “I Want to Hold Your Hand” and imagined holding someone’s hand like that one day.
Yours was the first hand I held that way. I held it on our first date. I held it at our wedding. I held it as we both held our children’s hands too. I held it as we drove to the hospital and when you lay in bed.
I heard that Beatles song again today. I remembered that when I touched you, I felt happy inside. I want to hold your hand.
From: Friday Flash Fiction