Hold my hand.
Hold it when we're walking.
Hold it when we're at dinner.
Hold it when we're dancing.
Hold it when I don't feel well.
Hold it when you ask me.
Hold it when we celebrate.
Hold it when I leave this world.
Whatever happens, hold my hand.
I will never be ashamed of my tears. Of my gentle heart.
For so long I was taught not to feel. And if I did, to keep it hidden.
I am not that person anymore. I feel. I care. I love.
Cherish that about me.
Love me for the way I love.
For my tears.
Every bit of my life is up in the air. Every piece is in limbo.
But peace will come. Endings & beginnings, too.
All I ask is that you wait for me.
Our time will come, love.
Wait for me.
We are wolves, you and I. I don't know you yet, but I know that much.
We are leaders. Protectors. The strength of the pack is found in us, connected to our brothers and sisters.
Run with me. Hills and streams, fields and trees. Run with me now.