Last night I woke up because my sleep had escaped me. It was three in the morning. Such a bad time, you don't feel like doing anything, and what can you do in the middle of the night. I got up to pour myself a glass of water and took slow sips, because I had read somewhere that it's good to do that when your night's sleep is escaping you. I had no choice but to go back to bed. So I did. I put on some soft music on my smartphone and went online. Then, right then, I saw this drawing.
I looked at it intently, then I looked to find out who drew it, but I couldn't find anything anywhere. I saved it on my phone and kept looking at it. It impressed me so much, and it's just a pencil drawing. What warmth, what tenderness, what radiance! How it feels to have love, to have a thrill, to have an attraction, and only from two intertwined hands, the hands of a man and a woman. Someone's hands, but you can't help but notice them. And that desire and that dream that has come to you countless times cannot help but arise. You can't help but want to touch someone's hand like that. The hand of the loved, both of you together, overflowing with tenderness and love, becoming one inseparable whole. To feel love, to tremble from its power.
And then I thought, how wonderful, how beautiful it would be if everyone had such a beloved, faithful and true person next to them. How many tears would not flow from the eyes of the lonely, abandoned, deceived, injured. How much pain, suffering, disappointment and humiliation would not break the heart in love to pieces. I looked at these two hands, and my life, like on a film strip, began to move before me.
The alarm rang annoyingly and I jumped up. It was all over in an instant, and I was just having the best time of my life. But it was for the better, because maybe those memories would come back that still hurt me to this day.
I looked at the drawing with affection. Two gently touching hands, which I looked at for a long time with a lot of love.
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