It mostly doesn't matter who it is... just the visual of a couple holding hands, makes most of us smile. Even more so if you know the back Story. This one is about a brother who spent the night at a sleepover and a little sister who missed him...she even had a good cry the night he was gone, she missed him so much.
As comforting and warm as this story sounds, within a few hours when he was trying to give her a kiss, she was belting him. She no longer wanted much to do with him. I didn't realize that when she is sitting on her nana's lap, NO ONE can touch her...even the brother she had cried for the night before. All bets are off and you better stay out of her way.
Most who hold hands know this dance. Holding hands is just for a Moment in time. It was never meant to be a constant. Those who make it so are missing the true meaning that can only come from using the HH moment sparingly. It is a time to just remind the other person how special they are and how much you care. It is not meant to be a verb, just an adjective. When you start mixing up verbs and adjectives, you have a whole other problem on your hands.
Sometimes when you over do things, they lose their meaning. A little bit goes a long way, like perfume and wasabi sauce.
As these two cruised the candy store, he guided her all around so she could make her choice. He really is a gentleman, when she lets him. She really is a little lady, until he gets too close in her face. Like all love, it never runs smooth but we all do what we can...
