I miss when we interlocked our hands.
49M, and widower since 2008. My wife and I both were touchers, that was our love language. When we went out to eat, we sat next to each other and our legs touched. When we went out to the movies, we learned to eat and drink our snacks with our outside hands. Sleeping in bed we cuddled until we got too hot, then our legs or arms inevitably would still be touching even as we slept. Out in public walking around our hands were interlocked and we were both in heaven. At home sitting on the couch watching TV our hands were interlocked. In our twenties we got into a bad car accident, shipped off to different hospitals, she got released first, found me in my room, and the first thing she did was interlock my hand.
All that touching was our assurance that we were still there for each other even in the hard times. She hasn't been here since 2008 but I very much miss the feeling of knowing she's here.