That connection.
Two people reaching out in the darkness.
Finding each other in a random spot of light.
Their minds fitting together as their hands do.
Their emotions gripping like their fingers.
Letting the connection blossom.
Into a tight bond.
As it matures.
Evolves.
Gets stronger.
That connection.
My tag of you did not work out originally,
I cannot deprive you of this sappiness.
Tilly Bloom 