He held my had through the crowd. Pulling me. Leading me. Walking together towards a destination out of the crowd.
Our hands lost each other. Quickly I searched for his warm touch, but it was gone in a second.
Then I saw his face. His warm, welcoming smile. His longing eyes that were excited when they found me in the busy crowd of strangers.
He is my home.
I feel safe with him.
Then he took my hand.