I was afraid of loving you and of holding your hand fear that you would eventually let it go and that feeling made me afraid of losing you without noticing that it was me the one that was letting go of your hand first, but then you reached for my hand again and I realized that you would never let it go that you would stay with me no matter what that your hand will always be in my hand.
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My love in words
PoetryMy definition of loving in different ways and stages in this journey where this feeling is still unknown to us
