روايات وقصص ضمن I Need You To Hold My Hand

She looks so sad. I help her to turn so we are face to face. “Nothing could make me forget you, I promise,” I take her hand and hold it to my heart. “I will hold this moment, this evening, our flight, our moments here, your hair and eye color, even the feeling of your wings hitting my face, in my heart. Right here. All of this is happening here. I am coming to find you in real life. I won’t be able to stay away from you. I need to see you for real, I need you in my arms.”

When you cried I'd, wiped away all of your tears When you screamed I'd, fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have All of me! -Evanaescence

“I want you to touch me.” We kissed again, sloppier this time, a little teeth clacking because we were both rushing. “I want you to hold me.” I grabbed his hand—kinda clumsy, and guided it down my side, over my hip, pressing his palm hard into my skin like I needed proof that he was there. “Make me feel… normal again. Please.”

The gazes that lock together and express the love between the two. 🌻🌻🌻🌻 Hold my hand if I get away from you Scold me if I love you less Continue to love me sincerely Because your love is what keeps me going (Amar Trixeon) 🌻🌻🌻🌻

“Don’t you believe in love? They’re obviously happy with each other, I think it’s sweet” “Pfft, love! I’ve already told you exactly what I think of such things. But perhaps we could do with copying them, then maybe he might believe we are really united”. “Copy…copy what?” I asked with indignation. “Hold my hand”. He prompted as he tried to grab mine. “What?....no!” I refused flicking his away. “Hold it”. “No”. “Just hold it”. “No!” “Just bloody hold it”. “I said no”. “Damn it, just hold my hand!”

He holds out his hand. “Come with me. Trust me?”

I held onto those hands hoping, praying that a miracle would happen. Please! Please wake up already. I need you. We need you. Please! “ I love you” I muttered under my breath as those three words that I had been holding fell out of my mouth. But now it was too late.

Just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, partly because of me… partly because of the demons he couldn’t shake. Even in his arms, I could feel his mind drifting. But he held me tight—gentle, yet firm—like someone who didn’t want to lose what mattered most. So I stayed. Quietly. Calmly. Letting him hold me like something precious and irreplaceable. The lyrics of the song played softly in the background: *“If I could hold the moonlight still, And pause the ache the night might spill, I’d give the stars just one request—

Goddamn it Caleb! "When I hold your hand," His fingers laced with mine and I felt a million butterflies fly around in my tummy. The emotion was so much stronger. "You won't let go. You hold my hand back tighter. Got it?" I nodded. Wait... Why am I nodding?

A small bump In four months you'll open your eyes And I'll hold you tightly I'll tell you nothing but truth If you're not inside me I'll put my future in you You are my one and only And you can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb And hold me tight Oh, you are my one and only You can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb And hold me tight And you'll be alright And you can lie with me With your tiny feet When you're half asleep I'll leave you be Right in front of me For a couple weeks So I can keep you safe 'Cause you are my one and only And you can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb And hold me tight You are my one and only You can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb And hold me tight And you'll be al