Hand me your love

I think... what I miss the most are your hands.

They were slightly rough, but I like it. It shows how much of a man you are. I like the feeling when the tip of my fingers brushed over your palm.

Your hands pulled the blanket over me when I was cold. Your hand stroked the side of my head so gently. Your arms wrapped around my waist and your hands linked with mine. I loved that the most. The two of us lying down together, with you hugging me. The warmth from your body was just so comforting.

Whenever I'm about to sleep on my own, I would always imagine you next to me. I turned to my left and pretended you had your arm over me like you used to. My hand held your imaginary hand and hoped for flesh and skin. They moved as if I was stroking your hand slowly.

But whenever I tried to grip your hand tighter, my fingers would only meet my own palm.

And then I would remember; that you're not here with me anymore.

I cried.