Please hold my hands tight. Please make me
aware that the words coming from your mouth have a real meaning. A permanent
meaning. Please be tender. And take care of my heart. Please dry my tears. And
remind me that I am special and unique, as for now I am tending to believe there
are only broken glasses, broken pieces, broken trees. And a broken heart: mine.
Right now I am tending to believe there is too much pain around (and inside). I
am scared. I wonder about the uncertainty, about everything. Please hug me the
tighter you can and whisper in my ears that everything will be alright. Do so,
please! Because you are the one and only one who can make that for me, who can
save me. And I love you for that. And for everything else.
05.21.2013
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