Bittersweet

• Left hand

From the bridge, everything seems small, but you.
If you close your left eye and raise your hand, your fingers are bigger than the mountains and bigger than the world.
But if you close both of your eyes, I will hold your hand and tell you I love you because it's the first time I'm in a bridge without thinking how much closer I am to the stars and that's because today I'd rather be closer to you.
And I hold your left hand because you once told me your right one was your favourite for all the things it does;
for being there to learn all the things it did,
but I'm here to love everything you can't seem to love about yourself and therefore if your right hand ever fails you we will both hold you.
You know, me and your left hand.
This hand that travels my back from time to time and touches my cheek. And it isn't my favourite but it's part of my favourite thing.
This hand that hands me love and warmth and I wish to hold it forever even if forever seems to be a long time.
This hand that isn't afraid to wave strangers and catch your body every time you fall.
It knows if it breaks it will be for a good reason and I share that with it.
I'm aware that I'd break for you if I ever had to and I do, love myself.
But there's no myself without you.