We held hands on the treadmill.  That is all.  That’s the post for today.  Held hands on the treadmill for a few minutes, and I almost died of romantic delight.  I didn’t want to let go, but did anyway, just in case he was thinking, “Why are we still holding hands?”

My left hand, his right.  It was all I could focus on, all I could think about, my entire world at that moment pinpointed to that one small gesture, those two hands, those ten fingers, my one heart wanting to be out of my chest with “love” or whatever.