It was a Thursday, the end of the day. I had a headache, we had been stuck in classrooms for 5 hours and now crammed round a table. I stand to leave, customary hugs exchanged but then the second I pull away you grab my hand, pull it towards you, squeeze and leave an impression - not to hurt, just to convey. I savour the sensation of the pressure, the expression into me of your emotions. No words accompanying the clasp, none needed. It happens like an electric shock - grab, crush,crush and slow, gentle release. At the first contact was and undeniable lurch, leap of my heart. Head snapped up and yes; I looked and saw you, my favourite, doing this. With bright open eyes we took each other in, and we knew each other, in the shock of the moment; we realised us. The very source of the love was this.