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~The Beatles, I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

I, honestly, admire how you attentively listen to whatever it is that I’m saying. I remember how during our conversations, you’d look at me, and be interested on hearing stories of how my day was. In turn, I would keep silent, so that I could hear how your day went.

Oh, please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
and please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Whenever we see each other, either of us would extend an open palm. An invitation to hold hands. A way of saying one misses the other. A way of showing that no matter what happens; I’ll take care of you and you’ll take care of me.

And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

You’d give my hand a squeeze, depending on how you feel. A clasp, neutral. A gentle squeeze, means you miss me. A hard squeeze, you’re annoyed or mad. At pag gigil ka about something or someone, you’d hammer my hand with your fist. Haha.

Yeah you, got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

 

Thank you, because in a society where kissing and other public displays of affection for people like us aren’t accepted; you’d proudly show how you love me; by holding my hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It's such a feeling
That my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

 

I love you, C! Happy 9^th monthsary!