And I promise you I'll hold your hand back. I'll sit back and enjoy it. I'll laugh at lightning. I'll giggle at thunder. I'll drink raindrops. I'll lean into the wind. I'll see the sun come out. And one day, I'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.
Stunningly beautiful. That combination of those words has made my day, no - week, no - month... no - year. And for that I am truly thankful. So... Thank You.
ReplyDelete<3 XO
Love, Me.
P.S. I always, always miss you.
How beautiful, yet sad at the same time...I will cherish this (and what we have) always...
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I promise you I don't want you to hold my hand. There is nothing funny about the situation. The lightening will laugh at you, the thunder will taunt. Raindrops will flood your waters. Lean into the wind as far as you can. The sun will do nothing but burn you. And one day, you'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.
ReplyDeleteWhat goes up must come down. Breathe in. Breathe out.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Absolutely brilliant. :)
ReplyDeleteI promise you I'll hold your hand back as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm still holding your hand even when I say I'm not...
ReplyDeletegiggle at thunder
ReplyDeletelaugh in the rain
roll through the valleys
and dance in the snow
awesome :~)
where is the picture from
it says it all
I had a dream so similar to this
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the mix or stir of feelings could be addictive.
ReplyDeleteThis picture is breathtaking!
ReplyDeletethis is perfection.
ReplyDeletethis is perfection.
ReplyDeleteJust followed ur cool blog. Follow my blog back.=) Have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh
ReplyDeletei love the way this one and your previous post go together, genius!
i know exactly what you're trying to say and it is so beautiful
thank you for this
Numb for love yet I received a gift for god.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, I wish I would be more grateful. Today there are no tears dripping down my cheek, pausing at my chin.
I'm just afraid a little. Yet I don't take action. Maybe I truely need to hold your hand, want to hold your hand and will hold your hand.
Numb is just a cloud coming by, washing away the good memories and trade them for fear.
Fear of a failblog love for me winning your love.
Can't win. Can't lose.
I'm afraid to lose.
Hold my hand. Hold it now.