Handheld

We held hands before we met, the tour guide instructing us to walk in pairs across the bridge. We laughed it off.

The next time we held hands was on our first actual date, after weeks of chatting online post-tour, a virtual date over shared Netflix watching, and a slightly too large Italian meal. We touched hands and then burped together loudly.

We must have held hands a million times after that, from the wedding aisle to just helping her up.

And now I'm holding it for the last time.

I wish we could cross this bridge as a pair.