A nice perfect fit.

Those tiny little faint touches that make your hair stand on the back of your neck. Freckled little goosebumps all over your skin. You feel all giddy. You feel like the whole world has stopped and that touch is all that you feel, all you wanna feel. Like that last piece of cake that you keep savoring in your mouth, not wanting it to fall down to your tummy, You wanna keep tasting that sweet taste and keep those taste buds alive with the sweetness. You know it won't be there for long, but you don't want it to end. As those faint touches start giving you the chills, you hold on to those touches even tight. Cause your heart's racing really fast. Holding on tighter, somehow, calms you down.
                                                     You feel the warmth in the grasp. As heat is exchanged and transferred from one to another, you don't let go. You embrace the warmth. You start liking it. It's like the best warmth the entire world could offer. You stay motionless as possible, afraid that your movement will ruin this perfect moment. You just look down, stare at the bond, and be grateful for it. Your heart is not inside your rib cage anymore, it beats faster, trying to break hold of those cages wanting to come out and let out a cry of pleasure, but you control your wild heart. Tell your mind to take care of it for you. Don't do anything stupid. Your mind reminds you then, that the warmth is increasing. Beads of sweat forming between the tiny enclosed spaces in the bond.
                                           You start to panic. Should you let go of it all now? Would it be the wise thing to do, even if, not what you wanted to do? You just stay there, knowing that it's not only you, who felt the warmth and the sweat beads. So you calm down. You realize, this moment is way too precious to ruin it over some water droplets. You hold tighter now. And soon enough, your whole body starts to feel the warmth. As soon as it reaches your heart, you feel like maybe its time to finally gobble that last piece of cake down. Maybe its time to let the momentary happiness fade, after being cherished as much as it could have been, and move on to the next momentary happiness. And then, you finally let go of that perfect fit. That perfect fit where all the spaces, are filled completely. It's like two souls uniting. And after the unification is done, you disconnect, knowing that you don't need to be physically joined for the connection that is now eminent between you two. And then, you know that it is time, that you finally let go of her hand.