The first time you held someone’s hand—do you remember? Perhaps you weren’t even sure if you truly liked them, but your gaze kept returning to their hands. And on a cold winter’s day, as they wrapped their fingers around a warm coffee cup, you felt an urge to place your hand over theirs. That simple moment, that subtle instinct, was proof enough of your feelings.

Time may have passed, but that day lingers like a soft painting in your memory. The thrill of holding hands for the first time, the warmth spreading from their touch—those feelings never truly fade. Even when life seems overwhelming, revisiting that moment can bring a quiet strength and a bittersweet smile.

hand, warmth, memory