He Holds My Hand

Anonymous

Never thought that it would happen to me but it did.

And every time I look at you I feel like I'm looking at you for the first time always. My feet are off the ground and I'm just living. There is no tomorrow when I'm with you. Time is endless.

Fast forward, a year and I still don't know how to love you.

You're asking me to come down from my thrown and put my hand in yours and then follow you. I've decided to try it your way. Deep down inside it terrifies me to have to open up my heart again to a man. It's why every time you get closer to me, I run away. I scold myself for every time I do. I keep questioning myself as to whether or not he is good for me when I know he is.

How close is too close?

How much should I share with you?

How do I not be so needy?

What are the boundaries?

How much love is too much love?

Can I believe in each and every word you say?

Just Dont Know
Just Don't Know

When I tell you how I feel or when I make a comment on a conversation. Don't shut me out. Don't shut me down. Don't invalidate how I feel. Because it doesn't feel good to be put to the side.

I have a fear of history repeating itself in our relationship. But again I will try.

I will try to express, and feel, and care, and reach out once more.

I've carried this weight for eighteen years. I was made to feel like my opinions did not matter. I was kept in the dark. I felt like I couldn't go to anyone because they had all left me behind. Now I find myself wanting to rest my head on your shoulders. It's gonna take some time to disassociate you with all that taught me wrong. You're not them. You are so much better!

I choose to move forward. When you reach for my hand, I'll intertwine my fingers within yours and smile at you. I'll let you touch me from the inside out. Kiss me from atop and show affection. Embrace me with arms of warmness. I can close my eyes and feel safe. Never had that before.

My Protector
My Protector
He Holds My Hand
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