Suddenly my life is worth living again because you're (@apherodite) in it. I want to hold you when it feels like the world is crumbling down and you have nowhere to turn. I want to hold you when you feel unsteady, so you can keep going even if your steps slow down. I want to hold you when the weather grows colder, so my hands can warm yours until they are ready to accompany you to sleep at night. I want to hold you when your hands tremble because your mind will not silence it's noise. I want to hold you when you feel lost in the darkness. So this hands of mine can guard you toward a path where light is promised with every step you take. I want to hold your hands, even when it feels too hard to let anyone near. When you fear they might notice the scars still linger on the back of your hand. I want to tell you, it's okay that I will love your hand no matter what they carry from the past. I want to hold your hand, even when it feels unattainable because the wounds are too raw. I will take the risks, I will hold it gently, with care, so the hurt begins soften. I just want to hold your hand so you will always know, in the smallest space between finger. I will always be there with you, for you.