Hold My Hand Or Walk Away

A couple links fingers in front of a blue wall in Olsztyn
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I hear you singing a sad song again.

Damn, what I would give to save your heart from the things that hurt you.

You looked at me, straight in the eye, and I saw the questions you are dying to ask.

I wish I had the answers. I wish I can give everything that you wanted. I wish we can go back to the time when love is more than just a word; when it is more than just an idea, a dream that is not a little too much to hope for.

The world of modern dating makes me think twice of taking a chance and doubt the faith I have in love. I often yearn for the good old love stories from centuries ago, hoping I belonged to the times when genuine effort goes a long way.

How did today turn out like this?

We live in a messed up world where people are taken for granted, feelings are played upon, and relationships are left undefined.

I fear holding your hand. I fear trying and failing. I fear having to go through the process of finding the one that is worth all the bullshits over and over again.

Thus, the sad song. What I would give to save you from breaking.

Let us go back to the time when love is as pure as it can be. When dating means getting to know each other deeply. When commitment isn’t a luxury. When a relationship isn’t treated as a game.

Let us bring back the time when love doesn’t have to be complicated. When making your intentions clear doesn’t scare you. When having real conversations are worth more than just quick chats and random messages.

I’m tired of all the games. In the midst of today’s dating confusion and madness, I am still looking for the real thing. I still cling on to the possibility of the good old love stories I used to want for myself. I still have faith that love can melt away all the fear and it is indeed, the greatest gift we can give and receive.

I hear you singing again.

My tears start to fall not of sadness but of joy. For I have known that as much as love can hurt, it can also heal.

Hold my hand if you’re in for something real. Believe me, it doesn’t have to be complicated. Love doesn’t have to be validated by social media posts and extravagant surprises. Love doesn’t require you to brag about what you have. Love simply is.

Hold my hand if you’re in for something real. But if real isn’t what you crave, you can freely walk away. TC mark

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