I held her hand as if we would say goodbye. I could feel the warmth of her palms with mine as our fingers intertwine with each other. That warmth would travel through my veins, all the way to my cold heart and brought it back to life. I held her hand firmly with my fingers touching the back of her hand. Her hand was soft, and gentle, small yet compassionate, loving and kind, just like her. I wanted to protect her hand forever, to make sure she could always find me when she needs me, and give her strength if she was ever weak.
There is a danger in loving someone so much. It is like I would lose my senses, and madness would take over me if someone would ever hurt her. So I want to make sure she is safe, and taken cared of always. That no tear will ever drop from her eyes.
It is because I love her, and I want the best for her… always.