Holding hands

You make me feel special whenever you hold my hand regardless of the place we were in. I can still remember the very first time you held it, it was a cold winter night back then and we are on our way to watch a hockey game with your parents. Though I had gloves that time, I still felt the warm of your hands.
It's nice how my hands fit perfectly on yours - as if our hands we're designed and molded for each other it made me think that destiny and fate really do exists. I love you Devyn!