I LOVE BEING HELD

 I always thought that there was this one perfect person for everybody in the world, 

you know, and when you found that person the rest of the world kind of magically faded away, 

and the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble, 

but there is no bubble, I mean if there is you have to make it, 

I just think life is more than a series of moments, that we can make choices, 

and we can choose to protect the people we love, 
and that’s what makes us who we are and those are the real memories.

I’m not always as confident as I seem. 

There are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. 

I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me. 

Sometimes I just want a hug. Someone who will let me cry.