hold my hand

It was one of those deep conversations that brought up unwanted emotions.

I held his hand as soon as he asked because I had to find comfort somewhere. Despite all the emotions that have been swimming in my confused mind lately, I let my walls down. I opened the door to my world that day because I felt like I needed to stop hiding behind the walls. He prayed for me and I prayed for him, it was truly amazing. I forgot how powerful it is to confide in someone even if it does involve risk. When he saw the tears rolling off my cheeks, he just held me and let me continue. It healed me. It comforted me. It is such a great thing to be loved in the right way, I have just never known that this existed. His silence was the best advice I have received for months because he understood that he could not simply fix this, it was a problem that will not just go away. Someone understands. Finally.

I give and give and give because I see myself in the emotionally hurt or abused. I try to help them because I am desperately seeking for someone to help me. All this frustration and resentment has built up over time as I continuously give with nothing in return. I'm emotionally empty, I'm emotionally exhausted. The Lord gave me this boy though, someone who understands pain and someone who understands how to speak through silence. The Lord gave me what I needed.

He told me his purpose in our friendship would be to wrap strength and perseverance around my neck when I am feeling low. I smile because of people like him, people that are not afraid to be selfless and care for others emotionally. Moments like these bring light to my world.