What's Wrong With Just Holding Hands?

 

I remember once, holding hands. What a nice feeling. She was young, beautiful, and perfect. It was Theresa. We were very much in love. We had a lot of issues due to meddling 'family' whom I have since disowned and disavowed. I have damned them all.

I went to Costco and picked up a shirt and pants. I thought to myself "Theresa would love these clothes". And yet, I find myself going back in time to when she was alive. We shared so many horrible moments together, it bound us very tightly with love.

And when you lose someone, oh my, those feelings come back with a vengeance. I no longer feel despair or sorrow. But I do long for the day to hold hands again with a woman.

One day.

Chris