And I try to reach out my hand to touch yours, but I remember that I will not feel the warmth of it. Because you're miles away. Because even if you were right here, it would be impossible.

You're UNREACHABLE.

Is it weird to have a collection of photos of your hand? I think I have mentioned before that the first thing I look at in a guy is his hands.

I love that hand. I love your medium sized hand. I love the veins crossing it. I love your smooth palm. I love your medium knuckles. I love the way your long fingers are finely shaped. I love how it looks so clean, clear and silky. I love how your fully rounded clean fingernails are not longer than the width of a coin, I love how the lunula on them is a bit clear and quite shiny. I love how your golden costly Cartier bracelet wraps around your wrist trying to reach the back of your hand. I love how beautiful the -also golden Cartier- Juste Un Clou ring lightly clenches around your pinky.

​I love your well-cared-for hands​.

I love how you use your hands a lot when you talk.

I love how you send kisses with your hands.

This took me a good while to write... I had to choose the most convenient words.