I’m holding your hand, squeezing it tight not wanting to let it go. I’m holding your hand, trying to let you know by my touch that I’m here, here for you. I’m holding your hand as if your running away from me, as if I don’t hold on so tight you might just vanish from me. So I’m squeezing it harder, I need to feel your hand in mine, I need to feel that you are present. Looking at you isn’t enough, I need to physically feel that you are here. Everybody can stand in front of anybody but still not be present, buried in their own mind and thoughts.
You need to know that I am here. To say it is not enough, I need you to feel, to think and to know that I am here. And I will always be. I need you to know that I need you just as much as you may need me. This is your battle, but I’ll be there every step of the way if you need me to.
I A M H E R E !
I’m not crying for me, I’m crying for us.