They held hands and made each other feel all better.
They held hands and gave each other renewed hopes.
They held hands and showed each other a love that's not unknown to neither one of them but suffers from the terrible, heartbreaking 'I'm scared to death because I care so much about you' syndrome. But that night when they held hands, fears vanished and there was only room for friendship and love.
They held hands and made a silent promise to each other, a promise that they wanted to last until the end of time: "I will never let go. I could not afford losing you. I never want to lose you. I will forever stay with you no matter what. I will forever be here by your side at your best and at your worst. You will forever be my 'one and done'"
They held hands and what hurt stopped hurting.
They held hands and what ached stopped aching.
They held hands and it was as if the sun had suddenly come up, even if it was late at night and the sky had no stars and the moon had decided to hide. There was a light between them, warm and powerful; there was a light between them that felt like the sunshine, even if it had been hours since the sun had gone to sleep.
They held hands and miracles seemed possible, even if she never believed in such a thing, even if she thought waiting for miracles was the equivalent to waiting in vain for something that was never going to happen.
They held hands, and when they did, what they felt it could only be described as magic.
That night they held hands, and the wind whispered 'I love you' several times in their ears. Those three words neither of them dared saying, they could feel them washing them over, overwhelming them, even if neither of them were speaking, when they held hands.