Hello guys. I'm going to go into something different today. Hands.
Being one of the most agile and versatile part of the human body, our hands are an essential part of our body.
However, it also possesses another factor. Sensitivity.
We sense chills when we're cold, and our hands tell us that.
We sense scorching burns when we're hot, and our hands tell us that.
Yet there is one more thing, other than the two extreme ends of temperature, that this pair of mystical things sense.
We sense warmth.
The tingling warmth we experience when we're holding hands of another.
The loving warmth that sensationalize our hearts when another's hand caresses our hair, or slides down our face.
The undescribable warmth that fills us with excitement and indulgement, when another's hands are put around us, or rather, a hug.
To some, holding hands are probably the most preferred way of showing affection.
To some, they do more than just holding hands.
At the end of the day, they chose not to let go, and to hold on to each other.
They know that two is better than one.
They know that with hot, comes cold.
They know that, though during whatever anguish times or devastating times the feeling and obligation to let go grows stronger, nothing is more aggrievating or depressing than that of not getting to hold on to each other again.
However, there are another group of people.
They think that the problem between each other is much more serious and doesn't deserve the understanding of the love between them.
Instead of putting down their pride, not quarreling and raising their voices, and putting their heads together to solve the problem, no matter how sensitive it is.
They decide that they've had enough of each other's likes and dislikes.
Instead of compromising each other.
They believe that they no longer have the strength to care, which is never true.
Instead of believing in each other and their being of together.
They chose to let go, so they can be 'happier'.
Yet at the end, after everything, they realise they're alone.
They've lost what they were looking for.
They no longer get to yearn to hold the other's hands.
What I'm trying to say is, know what you're doing, know what you want, and do it.
Don't give yourself excuses.
Don't deny your heart.
Don't give in to calamities.
Don't stop believing.
For even God exists, only because its believers believe in his existence.
Take my hand, and hold on tight. We'll pull it through.
I love you, Vanessa(saves the rest of the name and keeps it in my heart).
The DJ got us fallin' in love again.
