To The Wife,
While I was in the shower this morning a thought crossed my mind. We don't spend enough time holding hands.
Whenever we are in a gay friendly area our hands find the others without any problems. Proof that they know the way.
On our separate recliners at night when one hangs in the empty middle space it's quickly joined by the other.
It's when we're out and about, that's when our hands freeze up and pretend they don't know the other. We'll intentionally bump shoulders to make a connection or I'll place a hand on your back and pretend to move you along the way.
We don't hold hands.
Starting today that's going to change. When we're out anywhere, walking side by side, I'm going to find your hand and hold it. I'm going to hold your hand as lovers do and I'll never let go. Yes, starting today we'll be holding hands more. Let's go to the mall and practice.
All My Love,
12 hours ago