I Think Holding Hands Is Romantic

Our first date was very romantic and unusual. It was the best date I will ever experience. I won't do things the same again. It was new territory for both of us. The date lasted four days and we traveled to Seattle together. One of the days we rented a car, took the ferry and set out to find a place where he was told was a rain forest. It was romantic nature trail of sorts. It was as close as I will come to a rain forest. It was a very unusual place. After walking and marveling and taking pictures and kissing, we found a lodge that was lovely. We stopped to look around briefly. I had always hoped to go back there together. We sat together looking out at the mountains and water. He had a beer and I had a glass of wine. Our time together was growing short, we would leave the next morning at the airport to go back to our separate lives. I was becoming emotional. I was trying to memorize the scenery and the way he looked. He was relaxed. So handsome. I reached out for him and giggled a little. I knew it was cheesy but I loved our hands together. He indulged me and thought it was a special picture too. He always held my hand as we walked. His hand over mine and mine underneath. His hands were strong and warm. I loved how they felt on me. I'm cold now. I feel so alone. This won't last forever. This is so hard.