Take my hand

When I was young my mom used to hold my hands. Where ever we are going out she would take my hand and hold it tight so that I won't be away from her. Sometimes I would force to take away my hand because I felt a little bit embarrassed, but as I grow up my mom begun to let go off my hand little by little, so that I could stand alone and be independent. If ever I get lost I would find my way no matter what.

Now that I'm in the climax of my life as a teen I began to yearn for that hand that made me felt safe and secured. Whenever my friends and I would hold hands, I felt the same whenever my mom would hold mine, but as we part away the security and the safety we shared began to fade. It's like a string being cut, but once you were together again and you were holding each others hand the string was being attached once more.

I want somebody to hold my hand the way my mom hold mine. I want to feel the security and the safety my mom used to made me feel. A hand that whenever I'm nervous or afraid will just take mine and hold it until I'm at ease. That hand I'm longing, I hope I'll find it soon...

The warmth of that hand that made me feel I'm safe all the time. The hand that would made me feel that I don't need to be scared all the time, all I have to do is face the miseries of life bravely. Those little touch can made me feel I'm loved, those warm hands can take away all those miseries I have.

Take my hand...

Trust me...