The First Touch

 The First Touch

(A Love Letter)

That moment…

when your hand brushed against mine —

and the entire world

paused

in reverence.

It was small,

a fleeting tremble,

but within it lived

an entire lifetime

of longing.

Your fingers touched like silk,

and my soul…

collapsed into them.

As if my palms had waited

through seasons and centuries

to hold only

you.

No words were needed —

only that hush,

where skin spoke to skin

in the language of first love.

I didn’t hold your hand.

I held a universe

that had finally found

its center.

That moment still breathes in me —

like a prayer half-whispered,

half-wept.

Since then,

every breeze that brushes past,

every accidental hush —

feels like

you,

again.

You never said a word.

But in that one gentle touch,

I heard everything.

It was then I knew —

love isn’t always thunder.

Sometimes,

it’s a trembling fingertip

that binds two lives

forever.

Still held

in that first silence,

Still yours —

from the very first touch.