All I ever wanted was to die

Hand to hold

The girl.
Her name is Samantha aka Sammy.
She walks home with me everyday now. I don't understand why she would come near me, much less walk with me.
She talks with me about my pain and despair. She has helped me a lot. Not only with my problems but also with someone to trust, a friend. Not having a friend it a problem, so she's helped with my problems.
I invited her over today and she said that she would come. She didn't lie. She actually came over. We talked more and joked around. Then I made some snacks witch she enjoyed...a whole three plates worth of them at that..
She stood up and was making her way past and she tripped. On instinct I caught her...Sort of.... I just pillowed her fall. We laughed and then we looked in each other's eyes. We were quiet. She closed her eyes. I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a graceful kiss. And another. And another.
"I love you" is what we both said in unison. Then laughed and jinxed each other over and over.

She gave me a hand to hold.

I think this is my purpose in life.

I think she's the reason I'm alive.