The two young girls held hands, as they half-walked, half-skipped along on the sidewalk. Their flip flops made that slappy, summery noise on the pavement. They might have been cousins or friends or sisters, or perhaps they were sisters who were also friends, which is the best kind of way to be. Holding hands is wonderful. It says, we are in this together. It says, while we sometimes disagree, we are in complete agreement in our direction. Forward and together. It's hard to stay mad at someone when we are holding hands.
With the right person, holding hands can be very romantic. It is the only intensely intimate gesture I can think of that is also completely acceptable to do in public. Perfect. Holding hands makes us feel safe and warm. Sometimes there are scary places up ahead, and it's reassuring to feel that hand holding ours. Then there are the times when one of us wants to hang back just a bit, and the more confident of the two can gently tug us to where we need to be.
Susan
"Hold My Hand" written by Mark Bryan, Dean Felber, Darius Rucker and Jim Sonefeld
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