“Yeah, you got that something // I think you’ll understand // When I’ll say that something // I wanna hold your hand.” - The Beatles
I wanna hold your hand. But not just any way, although that’s good, too.
I want our fingers laced again — only next time, I’ll close mine around yours.
I wanna hold your hand… in the movies, in the dark.
I wanna hold it in the car, coming back from shopping.
I wanna hold it on the couch, watching a movie on Netflix
I wanna hold it in public, uncaring who’s around to see it.
I wanna hold it at the dinner table, underneath the table, as we eat with your family.
I wanna hold it every day, every time we’re together, hanging out.
I don't want to hold anyone else's hand.
I just want to hold it, your hand.
Do you want to hold mine again?
Because I can't wait to hold it again.