His arms could lift the world.
You could see he worked out. He was storng.
His arms made him look like he could protect you from all evil and collect all the good things this world has to offer just for you.
His hands didn't look worn out but they held many stories.
They've held many people.
They've held her too.
One of my biggest wishes is for them to hold me and keep me safe.
I want to hold his hand as we walk under the cherry blossoms.
His touch is warm.
His touch is soft but holds a strong grip at the same time.
I've never actually felt his touch. I can only imagine...
I had a dream once.
I was alone.
In a room.
Or maybe it was a hole of a kind. I can't remember quite well.
All I remember was us, standing, in complete darkness. Tears were threatening to escape my eyes. His face was blank. I couldn't bare just standing there, so i ran up to him and hugged him.
He hugged me back.
I've never felt that way before. I never wanted to wake up. I wanted to feel his comfort forever.
