I always wonder why I always dream that I was holding your hand. It's kind of funny, 'cause we never do that in real life. But honestly, every time I dream about it there was this spark I feel whenever our hands met, and the spaces between are fingers were perfectly filled. You squeezed my hand delicately and with love. But, after a minute or two, you tend to let go of my hand. This makes my heart stop. It makes me sad. I hope the next time I dream about me, you and our hands, you will not let go.