.....Sometimes I Remember Why.

After taking my cold hand in his hands, 
(ice cream does that to a girl you know)
While he cradles my hand in one he taks the other and wraps his little finger around mine. 
It's his way of saying, I promise to love you as long as you love me. 
It's why I love holding his hand so much. 
And I remember why I love him. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.