This is the hand of a man I love. This the hand of a man who, I’m so lucky, loves me.
This is the hand of a man that has guided me, protected me and shown me what unconditional love really means. This is the hand of a man who has stared deep into my soul, seen me warts and all, shown and taught me the ways of physical love.
These are hands who love and work hard to provide. These are hands who have experienced an eclectic range of emotions, who has seen good times and bad, who laughs and who cries. They are hands that tuck me in at night, that love the parts of my body I want to change and that work hard so we can build our lives together.
These are hands that have held me up during good times and helped me back up during the bad. Hands that have seen me at my best and worst and for some reason, still wants to be with me.
This is the hand of a man that when I reflect on his love, tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know why he loves me the way he does; I don’t feel worthy of such love, truthfully. But I am lucky and I am so thankful for him. His promise to be my friend, lover and protector moved me when I first read it and still moves me now, as I have promised to him.
I want to hold his hand for as long as I possibly can. This is a hand I don’t want to let go of.
All my love,
*Picture – ©2019 – Violet Grey.