If his touch was a color, it’d be yellow. It’s the heat you feel when you rub your palms together. The kind of warmth floods your veins when your hands link together. It’s as joyful as seeing the little drop of water on top of grass, so simple yet so beautiful. That’s what I feel in my heart when Colin is with me. It’s what I feel when his hand holds mine. Happiness. Warmth. He makes me feel, banishes my numbness for a short while.
