50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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Your hands

They're soft and my favorite thing to hold. The way they wrap around me makes it feel like everything stops for a second. Like nothing matters but the way you touch me. The way your fingertips entwine with mine so easily makes me smile. We're like a puzzle. You have to find all the pieces and fit them perfectly. Even if you have the wrong piece, two still fit together.

And I want to fit with you forever.