Our hands always had a special significance for Anne and I.

That night at the playground, when she was so unsure of whether or not to accept my love for her, it was her hands that betrayed her attraction to me. Our hands had just reached for one another's, and I have been unable to let go of hers ever since.

We used to hold hands everywhere we went, her right in my left. Whether we were strolling down moonlit paths, walking along a busy street, taking a bus or watching a movie together, we would always hold hands.

Anne had the most beautiful hands. Slender with long fingers, her touch was both delicate with care and warm with passion.

Our first time together - she literally took my breathe away.

I wanted to hold her hand forever. I just couldn't let go.

I did what I had to do.