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.