What she desired most of all was the grip of a steady hand.
The quiet sensation of another's slowly sliding into hers.
To feel that delicate touch as every finger becomes intertwined with another.
Then all at once,
welding them together,
like an anchor.
It would be a moment she thought would never come,
she can finally breathe.
At long last,
her strength is matched.
Her hand falls to her side,
waiting for the day,
the right person stands with her.
Oh, how beautiful that will be.