With my head in my hands I sit and cry and think about how we drifted apart.

A simple brush of your fingers against my hands is enough to send me to the emergency room due to a heart attack.

I have never seen you before in my life but all I know is that we are meant to be together the instant we touch hands.

When we fell in love my hands no longer became mine but only yours to hold.

I love the way you explore my body using your hands and the way you call me your girl.

I'm the girl that always has her phone in her hands, headphones in her ears and that one guy on her mind.

Small things mean a lot: Tight hugs, cute texts, long replies, holding hands, kisses on the forehead.

The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree, but still hold hands.