I reach for his hand as if I need it, and I feel like I do. As if holding his hand is all I need. As I hold his hand I feel safe and a magnitude of other impressive emotions. But as I feel this I feel how it is just a hand. No one wants just a hand, except me, at this very moment. When the hand is gone, I realize it was never the hand I wanted to begin with, and reality and I meet once again.
Unknown Naughty - 15 years, 8 months, 15 days ago