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"The things I miss most with distance are hands.

Your hand in mine, the way you hold a pen between your fingers, your hands grasped firmly around my waist, your fingers tracing my lips. I miss the way your hands tilts my chin up to kiss you or the way your hands make violent waves when you tell me a story. I miss the rise and flow, the sweeping gestures and the gentle touches. I miss the way he don’t have to say anything, but simply lace our fingers together in the dark."