I like to hold your hand when I sleep with you,I don't know why,I don't know how to classify this action I would share with I'm so not shy don't need an answer don't want one either,content with this situation unclassified relation that I love having with you seems thou that forever is the duration that I'm holding hands and sleeping with you

It came on a napkin,some great things do wasn't a phone number thou that might have been nice too,it was a note words that spoke volumes to me because I understand it hit at a time when I was between worlds when only cloudiness filled my mind,those words from you they helped me through one of my most difficult times the loss of a friend such despair ,I chose not to read it for a period of time when I did it was a small comfort a glimpse of logic and reason ,that was thoughtful,that was kind