This is how they begin:
Flames and stardust erupting on fingertips
A spark of an electric shock followed by a flash of wide eyes
Curved lips, secrets passed to each other
Interlocked hands and glimmers in their eyes
Drumming patterns on the mountains of knuckles and the seas that dip between joints
Odd rhythms pressed on skin, palms squeezed together
Feeling their galaxies collide and gathering something that is soft and fluttery in the space between their palms
Something that feels a lot like dreams
A lot like hope
A lot like love
Something that whispers, "Hold on tight."
"And don't let go."