The tips of your fingers graze the top of my hand as I nervously laugh. It's send a shiver up my spine and I gently turn my hand to hold yours in mine. There's something amazing about just in a small way being connected to you. It's something that I have grown fond of. The way I could just hold your hand and damn it was better than drugs. However, it was far more addictive. I've began to notice you are my drug. The only one that works. Years of psychiatrists adjusting my meds different dosages, different substances, they would never cure me the way that you did. It was such a simple thing but to me it was so special and so curing. I love the way that when I just didn't seem okay you would put your arm around me and hold my hand with the other I love the way you were never embarrassed to be walking around holding hands or how you wouldn't so much as hesitate to hug me. I remember when you would hold me in your arms and I felt like the whole world wasn't there I'd just stay in the moment and memorize every little movement you would make I knew I had fallen so badly in love with you. I was intoxicated by the way you had made feel and there was no doubt that I had an addiction. An addiction to you.