I always notice such moments. Someone sees flowers, someone sees architecture, and I see intertwined fingers. It is not just a habit. It is like a confession: "I am near. I am here. I feel you." And it warms even a random passerby 💞.

I remember the first time I walked holding hands. The smile did not leave my face, although he did not even say anything special. Words are not needed. You feel the pulse beating in his palm, and this is enough to make the world become quieter.

Yes, you can hug, you can kiss - all this is beautiful. But it is the hands that do something special. Because it is a gesture of trust. When you let someone lead you through a crowd, through a street, through life.

And you know, the most touching thing is to see people holding hands not out of passion, but simply because they don’t want to let go. It’s so childish, so sincere and… so sweet 🕊.

Maria