It was a pretty quiet moment; music didn't swell when it happened or anything...(**edit: just to clarify...it was quiet in how it happened in reality...but was, in retrospect and in my head, a huge life altering moment as my heart fluttered in the moment that he took my hand) And though I'm guessing his fears ended when i let him take my hand in his, mine had just begun. Lol
So silly now to think I was scared of getting in too deep with him and of letting go and worrying that I wasn't ready for a relationship. And funny to think about how much time and effort it took on his part to break down the walls I had wanted to put up...
That was the night I started to really let him in...and then he never left. :)
It's a year later and we're still apart while we wait out his last few months in afghanistan... And my hand misses his holding mine!
...but at least I know we'll have next year and the rest of our lives to hold each other's hand. :)