A moment of contemplation...

I believe holding hands is one of the greatest expressions of love and care ever to exist.

Looking at such an action superficially proves that it means nothing. Two limbs grasping each other. That's all. We do it all the time, to hold on to someone when we fall, when we shake each other's hands. But do we really take in the deeper meaning of such a simple gesture?

Imagine those with leprosy, with horrid skin conditions, who can never be touched. They will never feel the warmth of another's arms, the gentle steadiness of another's shoulder, the firm grip of another's hands, the gentle caresses of fingers. I cannot help but feel compassion for them, for touch is not only an important sense, it is a transmitter of our thoughts.

I've taken touch for granted. After all, every day we touch things and it's no big deal. But the feeling of a hug, no not just a quick meaningless hug, I mean a real warm emotional hug that somehow gives word to the deepest thoughts, those hugs are so beautiful. A simple hug tells so many things, yet without the clumsy interruption of words. It's a physical expression of our deepest sincerest feeling.

The same goes for holding hands.

It's kind of funny, but I've never been one of those people who hugs everyone and tells them sweet things. Sure, I love my friends, but my character is not one of those aformentioned. I've always found it awkward to just go up and give someone a hug or hold onto them or tell them constantly that I love them or other such things. It's just not me. I'll gladly give you anything, do anything for you, give up something for you. And that's how I express my love. I take it that because I call you my friend that you'll already know that I love you more than you can ever know.

I've learned better though. I've learned that even the smallest touch of fingers together can send the most frighteningly amazing tingles of excitement up your spine. Even just a touch between friends makes all the difference.

Oh, how we take such things for granted. We bump into one another in the street and think it a bothersome thing. We shake hands with a new acquaintance but our hands are limp and cold. We hug a dear one but pull away almost immediately.

We don't understand how touch affects us. A simple hug or holding hands can makes us the happiest person in the world and get us higher than any medication or sharpie. And that's why I want you to remember,

Hugs, not drugs.

Catch you later, luvs.