your hand fits in mine

I measure my love of a person
by how well their hands fit with mine. 

It's the color of trust,
the brightness of my life and my future
in the safety of your palm.
I would close my eyes
and listen to my heart 
as it beats
to the sound of your footsteps.
 
You lead me to places I do not know,
and frankly
I do not care. 

There are no new ways to say this, 
and maybe this is an eternal truth:
as long as you are with me, 
I am where I am supposed to be. 

x

No kidding though. One of my favorite things to do when I’m exhausted is to hold hands with a person I trust and then sleepwalk. I just instinctively follow where they lead and how they walk while I take a walking nap.

I wanted to do that earlier, but then I remembered I was literally on a masturdate (date by myself), so there were no hands to hold.

I actually just thought of this walking home from my grand trip around Manila. More about that later!