Jamies hands are warm and soft.

they feel safe.

jamies hands hold on me tightly in rough times.

they comfort me when im sad.clap for me in performances,and dance with me under the stars

they protect me.

jamie’s hands has been through everything with me,from car rides,to breakdowns.

their always there.

they interlock with me and frolic through the fields,beside me.

i love to hold them tight.

They love to play with my messy hair.

Gently,Like it the most precious thing in the world.

Tucking pieces behind my ear with that soft look.

Jamies hands like to Wipe away my tears.

In moments of depth there always there.

Right beside me.

they have picked flowers to put in my hair.

Held mine during hard appoitments.

They keep me steady

And hold my leg when its shaking.

maybe one day they will hold a mini version of me

Those hands will feel the comfort i always did.

And once again i say,i love jamies hands.