I think about you every second. You are the only constant in my life. The only person I could never get bored of. The only thing that always excites me as much as it did the first time, is talking to you. I have never felt suffocated or trapped or ran out of words while talking to you.
I have always wanted to hold your hand. To wrap my arms around you and keep you safe from the wrath of the world. I wanted you to do the same too.
But, not anymore. I beg you to not hold my hand ever again. Neither figuratively nor physically. I need to learn to be by myself. That is the dire need of the hour.
And just don’t ever hold my hand physically. You have no idea what it makes me feel like. Whenever you have touched my hand or my face, I have slipped into this unknown realm where everything is just as beautiful as you. I don’t want to anymore.
Please, just don’t hold my hand ever again.
P.S. I do want you to still hold me close to you and never leave, no matter what I say.
But, don’t! Don’t Hold My Hand!