He opened his hand for me to hold it, I slowly took it in mine. Wanting to be alone with one another but unsure how in a crowd of people. Delicate kisses on the forehead before we say goodnight. “I’m a giver” he said. “So am I” I replied. Fragile, breakable hearts on the line. I offer to cradle him to sleep, tuck him into his covers – maybe even sing a soothing song. Both of us cautiously inching closer together on a chilly night. He offers me his jacket when I start to shiver, teeth clenched from the cold. Brushing back his hair away from his face so it won’t ignite on his burning cigarette. So we don’t have to let go of one another’s hands clasped tight.