This reminded me of an old project I was wanting to do. It was about holding hands. Once a while I remember the feelings I wanted to tell, but could never find a way to express its power. Not a hug or a kiss, just palm against palm.
So I was reading a email from my long distance boyfriend at the time telling me that he had met someone else. I was lying in bed with my ex who I cheated on him with. My tear was running like tap as if it’ll never stop and it didn’t for the whole night. My ex was sitting on the other side of the bed reading a brick like book on Lacan and holding my hand with his spare one. No word was said and I did not read that email again after almost 3 years later.