holding hands

Waking up, i realised that i just dreamt about holding someone's hand.
I couldn't conjure in my mind to who it was, but it was probably someone special to me.

I couldn't shake off this feeling i had dwelling inside of me.
Closing my eyes, i envisioned that sensation again.

You know that feeling?
Where you pent up all that sadness, convincing yourself that it's okay. You put all that sorrow in a box and shove it in the back of your mind, unconsciously begging yourself to no longer be bothered with their existence. You then go back to your everyday life, having dinner with your family, laughing loudly with your friends, laying on your bed and fall asleep.

"It's alright, i've moved on. I'm happy." you tell yourself.

and then, a dream like this happens.
Upon touching his hand, having fingers intertwined, you then realised you've been lying to yourself all along.
Palm on palm, it's like a shot of dopamine has been released and is now coursing through your body, spreading that weird feeling, maybe giddiness.
You suddenly feel safe in his presence; no longer having to pretend.
Walls you've put around yourself crumble to the ground as you are overwhelmed with a great sense of relief.
All those times, trying to be strong without him beside you, it's no longer required.
I can just be happy for real now, he's here. He's back by my side.

Ofcourse, if only it would happen in real life.