The Power of a Touch

I've always thought communication was done through words, until I've seen what can come from a single touch. A word can be misunderstood. A sentence can be forgotten. An entire speech can go unheard. However, if you use a touch the right way, it can be your loudest expression.
When I met the man that changed my life, I was 18 years old. I was clumsy, nervous, and a little awkward when it came to romance. When I saw him I was thinking of something clever to say to grab his attention without screwing it up. I probably looked like I was trying to solve a math problem when he finally looked my way. I said "Hi." He said "Hi." and I was out of words. Nothing. I was going to just walk away and accept defeat, when he held out his hand. I shook it, grinning from ear to ear. I walked away a winner.
When we had our first fight, I didn't know how to act. This was the first time I had ever argued with a man in my life. I was careful not to say anything out of anger. I didn't speak very loudly. I did a lot of listening, basically. We had to go to bed when it was over. My grandfather told me to never let the sun go down on anger. I made certain that we were at least talking normally toward each other before we laid down. We shared a good night kiss, but there was still a lingering feel of conflict. My back was turned to him and I was fully prepared to cry myself to sleep until I felt his arm reach around me. There it was again. Fight's over, I don't care who won... pure comfort.
When I found out I was expecting, I was terrified. I spent hours thinking of the right way to declare my news. I put words and sentences together to simply tell the man I loved that we were going to have baby soon. Being young and unstable, I had worries that he would leave. I informed him of the life changing news and he was silent. My thoughts were that he was angry... or he was not ready... or he maybe didn't believe me. I sat there scared to death holding back tears, waiting for him to say something... anything. Then, he reached over the console of his pick-up truck and grabbed my hand. It was everything I needed. That said more to me than a million words.
When the time came for us to be blessed with our little miracle, he was a nervous wreck. I was about to undergo child birth, and I was not as scared as he was! He was a little withdrawn, as I think most men would be on such a day. He walked around a lot, went outside a few times, and almost seemed scared to touch me. He asked me how I was feeling, and asked if I needed anything. When the pain kicked in, his eyes were fixed on me as if he were wishing he could do something. Then he did <3 I said aloud that I couldn't go anymore. I was so physically exhausted. He said "you can do it." That didn't work. I tilted my head toward him. He finally put his hand under my head, and grabbed one of my hands. I got the courage I needed from that.
Soon after that, he decided it was time to ask me to be his wife. He drove me to the same spot that I told him he was going to be a father. I was completely unaware of what was about to happen. We walked up to the river, he stood beside be, and reached into his pocket. It hit me at that exact moment. He dropped to one knee and whispered the four words that every woman in love waits to hear from her prince. The words made my heart stop, but it wasn't until he grabbed my hand to put the ring on that I felt above the world. Imagine just hearing a question like that. I'm almost positive it would not have the same effect on the butterflies in a girl's belly. 
Something with so much power, so much effectiveness, should never be abused. A touch should never hurt the ones you love. It should instead be used a sense of comfort or encouragement when words are just not enough. It can change a mood, a situation, and maybe a life ;) Use it wisely. 
There's a place you can touch a woman that will drive her crazy. Her heart. ~Melanie Griffith