He doesn't know. Oh bully.

Someone who will understand that holding my hand means that I'm surrendering some part of me because a hand is never just a clammy flesh but something that beats: closed like a fist it becomes the size of the heart with the rhythmic lub-dob throbbing along the wrist. Oh, a lover. 

He doesn't know he makes me feel that way when he holds my hand.:( (Is that good or bad?)