He held me in that morning when the sun just started to rise. I had a nightmare that night and refused to go back to bed. I remember that feeling of his arms around my shoulders as he comforted me. I can’t thank him enough for that.
Kelly
He held her tiny frame in the palm of his hand, and she barely spilled out of it. Her flesh was so soft, and her eyes so small…Christ, everything about her was small, wasn’t it? He wasn’t sure how to handle this new burden in his life, but right now in this moment he knew that everything was going to be okay, no matter how hard things got.
holding hands is the most simple ways of expressing heart felt affection; meant simply, i will go with you anywhere… awww……. how lovely.. is that sixty second yets? damn you relativity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that felt good… just like having my hand held.. cos i was holding it down..
jilli
I held his hand – such a tiny hand, as his fingers uncurled, clung to mine as if his new line depended on me. As if I could abandon him, this new person, screaming his rage at his rude arrival into the world.
joey
her jaws held my hand. so tight. burning. piercing. and then her paws. grabbed me like a boxer grabs in the ring. why my little furry beastie? why do you do this mr jeckle thing to me.
trees,water,sky,sunfreenumber freak,surething,nothing ,always,more then ever, cat,more, always, free, free, free mad, crazy, non,there is one, house, come to me,done for now, also ,too no more that .
lavi
he held my hand as we lay there together. He told me how soft the touch felt.
As I sit with my hair flowing down he held my locks and brushed them from my face.
He held my body as we walked into the fields and held a look in my eyes to tell me his love for me.
He held my hand and placed a ring on the tip of my finger.
Tara
Happy
Ending
Left
Dead
bbbbvgh
I want to be held tightly. I want to feel warm and safe. I can’t remember if there was ever a time I had that. Sometimes I dream I’m held that way but when I wake up I realise it’s only because I was so comfortable in bed. I want someone I love to encase me in a warm safe hug that is in no way sexual, just comforting.
prolli
Not daring to look up, I shivered in the dark corner of the room. I felt his eyes on me, but I was unable to move. Finally, he quietly walked over, lifted my head up, and kissed me. Afterwards, he held my gaze with such intensity, that I felt like the world was disappearing around us.
Emily Woods
Held under by the arms I tried to raise my face from the water but with some force I was pushed under again I held my breathe but there was no air to take.. I rubbish today! ha
james cooper
like a baby, like a tiny bird fallen from a spring nest, gently, carefully, with real palpable love. Close. Safe. Not trapped. My father’s hands, my lover’s hands, my children’s hands – all held with unspeakable gratitude that they were there to be held
georgie
You will do regretful thingd, just for a chance to be held.
I love it when you hold me in your arms. I feel safe, secure. I feel like nothing can touch us and no one can hurt us. I could spend house laid like that, on my bed with the rain beating on the windows and Bon Iver playing through my speakers.
Emily
i held her tongue with my fingers. She slithered it back and forth like the snake that she was. SSSSSSS she said, in a snaky whisper. SHUT UP i yelled, you snake in the grass. Go comb you mothers hair! Immediately upon saying this he realized, her mother was dead.
badonkadonk
she made him tie her shoes
she made him regress back to innocence
he held her hand
a childish thing, really
going back to the lack they both felt
He held her closely as they lay under the stars. This is exactly what he wanted, to hold her forever. They kissed and talked all night. He showed her all the constellations he knew of and she told him stories of when she would stargaze when she was little. Sadly tomorrow he would be leaving, and that would be their last moment together.
I held him close to me, and he used to mean everything to me… Was it all a show? I used to hold her hand, she used to mean everything to me… Has everything been stolen from. I now have nothing, and I feel empty. They say don’t make something your everything because once it’s gone you’ll have nothing, but how was I supposed to know. So much has changed in such a short time.
Kelly
Every time I get scared I go back to how it felt to be held in your arms. I go back to my body on yours and I feel safe again. Every time I am about to cry, I imagine myself laying in your arms, protected and safe from the world.
the last time you held me…was august of last year. i held your head so tight, like if i could keep it between my hands you wouldn’t leave for afghanistan. i was wrong. i didn’t hold on tight enough. and now i’m waiting for you to return home again so i can once more hold your hand, your head, your face
H
I held you as the sun dissapeared and the stars made traces along a very dark night sky.. I held you but you didnt hold me tightly you didnt want to you didnt try… I held on too long.. I held on too dearly.. I held on with insides pouring.. draining out .. enough.
Janine
Nothing holds us down, we are free to do whatever we want. That’s how it should be, will be, but not always has been, and certainly not is everywhere. Hold together your thoughts to make it easier to communicate them through.
Ulco
You held me in your arms, not once but twice. And I realised in the middle of last night that maybe I just want to be held to infinity without end.
That was the time when it all was good. The beach. The boat. The bell every night for dinner. We were young and the end was so far away. The heat of day would give way to breezes later in the evening. We would sit and stare at the ocean.
Slow music crept out of the speakers and wrapped itself around every couple in the room, giving each of them a sense of security. I was no exception, for once. She rested her head on my shoulder, allowing me full control of our movements across the dance floor, and showing her trust for me. I held her tighter in response, entirely content and entirely whole. Scanning the room, I saw every other couple in almost exactly the same position, and the sight filled me with intense hope for the power of love, whether platonic or romantic.
To be held in the arms of a loved one, to be loved so deeply. I feel safe in his grasp, I feel more relaxed, but more alive than ever, too. I find our feelings for each other are quite unique. I guess we could be seen as a couple, obviously not something that would last or be considered serious. But I don’t care, the fact is he loves me and I feel the same. I won’t let him slip from my grasp as long as this works. We both sat there there that night, happy, in each others arms, holding tight to each other.
she held her head up high,
she held her arms out wide,
she held her child’s little hands,
she held her wallet tight,
yet,
she forgot to hold her dignity right.
I just want to be held again. I want to be held in a way that makes me feel like everything will be okay. I want to be held in someone’s arms who cares and just cry on their shoulders until I feel better. I want this. I want that. But most of all, I just want to be held by you again.
He held his father’s hand, knowing this would be the last time. John let the tears slide down his face as he said good-bye. His father had lived a long, solid life. He had experienced everything on his bucket list, and now it was time to pass away quietly.
Karen Greenberg
fuck off…NO!…don’t…I’m sorry…it’s my insecurity talking…I lied….The truth is that I really want you to hold me, like you held me yesterday……I love you, you know..
Hanna-Kristel
I held her in my arms as she yelled at me like a maniac…at first I was very frightened as well, but..I couldn’t let her go…then she started hitting me…
Hanna-Kristel
I wish i were held more. Its impossible to find comfort without the warmth of a body sometimes. If you were here, even with everything you’ve said to me, and everything you’ve done, i’d still want you to hold me. I wish you’d find me at some point and figure out everything i’ve figured out. I wish you’d find your need and share it with me. I just wish you’d want to be held too.
Casey
The mother held the child in her womb. It was coming soon. The baby is due July 7th. She is gettting bigger, both the child and the mother. Maybe the child will be born on my birthday, June 30th. Whatever the day, hope that the child is born well and has a good life.
Tyler
She held the music box in her hands and watched the tiny ballerina dance on her fragile feet. The exterior was no longer white, but has been rusted to a soft yellow. The gold paint was chipping away, and the song now sounded distorted with age.
iedereen die zichzelf kan zijn vind ik een held. mensen die alleen maar kijken naar anderen en zichzelf daardoor rot voelen hebben zichzelf ermee, probeer te bedenken wat jij zelf wilt, kan en leuk vindt en wees zo de regisseur van je eigen leven!
Joos
When I held his hand, it was warm. I was safe and secure. Never mind what the future would bring, I was okay for now.
And yet, my problems still bothered me. Why did my biological mother hate me? Why was sister always so nasty? Was she jealous for-no. I can’t say what happened-and lastly, why did my adoptive parents feel the need to kick me out of the house?
Ashley Dallas
His blue cast held the welding torch, dabbing at the metal hitch and shaking the flame until the younger man took it from him. The old man was making a mess. What once had been a beautiful, straight-arching sweep of the hand, had now become a ragged edge. His form was lost.
He held me in that morning when the sun just started to rise. I had a nightmare that night and refused to go back to bed. I remember that feeling of his arms around my shoulders as he comforted me. I can’t thank him enough for that.
He held her tiny frame in the palm of his hand, and she barely spilled out of it. Her flesh was so soft, and her eyes so small…Christ, everything about her was small, wasn’t it? He wasn’t sure how to handle this new burden in his life, but right now in this moment he knew that everything was going to be okay, no matter how hard things got.
holding hands is the most simple ways of expressing heart felt affection; meant simply, i will go with you anywhere… awww……. how lovely.. is that sixty second yets? damn you relativity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that felt good… just like having my hand held.. cos i was holding it down..
I held his hand – such a tiny hand, as his fingers uncurled, clung to mine as if his new line depended on me. As if I could abandon him, this new person, screaming his rage at his rude arrival into the world.
her jaws held my hand. so tight. burning. piercing. and then her paws. grabbed me like a boxer grabs in the ring. why my little furry beastie? why do you do this mr jeckle thing to me.
trees,water,sky,sunfreenumber freak,surething,nothing ,always,more then ever, cat,more, always, free, free, free mad, crazy, non,there is one, house, come to me,done for now, also ,too no more that .
he held my hand as we lay there together. He told me how soft the touch felt.
As I sit with my hair flowing down he held my locks and brushed them from my face.
He held my body as we walked into the fields and held a look in my eyes to tell me his love for me.
He held my hand and placed a ring on the tip of my finger.
Happy
Ending
Left
Dead
I want to be held tightly. I want to feel warm and safe. I can’t remember if there was ever a time I had that. Sometimes I dream I’m held that way but when I wake up I realise it’s only because I was so comfortable in bed. I want someone I love to encase me in a warm safe hug that is in no way sexual, just comforting.
Not daring to look up, I shivered in the dark corner of the room. I felt his eyes on me, but I was unable to move. Finally, he quietly walked over, lifted my head up, and kissed me. Afterwards, he held my gaze with such intensity, that I felt like the world was disappearing around us.
Held under by the arms I tried to raise my face from the water but with some force I was pushed under again I held my breathe but there was no air to take.. I rubbish today! ha
like a baby, like a tiny bird fallen from a spring nest, gently, carefully, with real palpable love. Close. Safe. Not trapped. My father’s hands, my lover’s hands, my children’s hands – all held with unspeakable gratitude that they were there to be held
You will do regretful thingd, just for a chance to be held.
I love it when you hold me in your arms. I feel safe, secure. I feel like nothing can touch us and no one can hurt us. I could spend house laid like that, on my bed with the rain beating on the windows and Bon Iver playing through my speakers.
i held her tongue with my fingers. She slithered it back and forth like the snake that she was. SSSSSSS she said, in a snaky whisper. SHUT UP i yelled, you snake in the grass. Go comb you mothers hair! Immediately upon saying this he realized, her mother was dead.
she made him tie her shoes
she made him regress back to innocence
he held her hand
a childish thing, really
going back to the lack they both felt
He held her closely as they lay under the stars. This is exactly what he wanted, to hold her forever. They kissed and talked all night. He showed her all the constellations he knew of and she told him stories of when she would stargaze when she was little. Sadly tomorrow he would be leaving, and that would be their last moment together.
I held him close to me, and he used to mean everything to me… Was it all a show? I used to hold her hand, she used to mean everything to me… Has everything been stolen from. I now have nothing, and I feel empty. They say don’t make something your everything because once it’s gone you’ll have nothing, but how was I supposed to know. So much has changed in such a short time.
Every time I get scared I go back to how it felt to be held in your arms. I go back to my body on yours and I feel safe again. Every time I am about to cry, I imagine myself laying in your arms, protected and safe from the world.
the last time you held me…was august of last year. i held your head so tight, like if i could keep it between my hands you wouldn’t leave for afghanistan. i was wrong. i didn’t hold on tight enough. and now i’m waiting for you to return home again so i can once more hold your hand, your head, your face
I held you as the sun dissapeared and the stars made traces along a very dark night sky.. I held you but you didnt hold me tightly you didnt want to you didnt try… I held on too long.. I held on too dearly.. I held on with insides pouring.. draining out .. enough.
Nothing holds us down, we are free to do whatever we want. That’s how it should be, will be, but not always has been, and certainly not is everywhere. Hold together your thoughts to make it easier to communicate them through.
You held me in your arms, not once but twice. And I realised in the middle of last night that maybe I just want to be held to infinity without end.
That was the time when it all was good. The beach. The boat. The bell every night for dinner. We were young and the end was so far away. The heat of day would give way to breezes later in the evening. We would sit and stare at the ocean.
am… je l’ain, beau –
salamandre en fore
plût au @£€∞ { willp
Slow music crept out of the speakers and wrapped itself around every couple in the room, giving each of them a sense of security. I was no exception, for once. She rested her head on my shoulder, allowing me full control of our movements across the dance floor, and showing her trust for me. I held her tighter in response, entirely content and entirely whole. Scanning the room, I saw every other couple in almost exactly the same position, and the sight filled me with intense hope for the power of love, whether platonic or romantic.
baby mother carriage golden gentle moon, christening, long whire dress, family getting together, rocket trip moon, old style rocket crest
I wish he held me tighter. I wish he didn’t let go. But he did, and all that’s left is the memory that we once held each other.
To be held in the arms of a loved one, to be loved so deeply. I feel safe in his grasp, I feel more relaxed, but more alive than ever, too. I find our feelings for each other are quite unique. I guess we could be seen as a couple, obviously not something that would last or be considered serious. But I don’t care, the fact is he loves me and I feel the same. I won’t let him slip from my grasp as long as this works. We both sat there there that night, happy, in each others arms, holding tight to each other.
she held her head up high,
she held her arms out wide,
she held her child’s little hands,
she held her wallet tight,
yet,
she forgot to hold her dignity right.
I just want to be held again. I want to be held in a way that makes me feel like everything will be okay. I want to be held in someone’s arms who cares and just cry on their shoulders until I feel better. I want this. I want that. But most of all, I just want to be held by you again.
He held his father’s hand, knowing this would be the last time. John let the tears slide down his face as he said good-bye. His father had lived a long, solid life. He had experienced everything on his bucket list, and now it was time to pass away quietly.
fuck off…NO!…don’t…I’m sorry…it’s my insecurity talking…I lied….The truth is that I really want you to hold me, like you held me yesterday……I love you, you know..
I held her in my arms as she yelled at me like a maniac…at first I was very frightened as well, but..I couldn’t let her go…then she started hitting me…
I wish i were held more. Its impossible to find comfort without the warmth of a body sometimes. If you were here, even with everything you’ve said to me, and everything you’ve done, i’d still want you to hold me. I wish you’d find me at some point and figure out everything i’ve figured out. I wish you’d find your need and share it with me. I just wish you’d want to be held too.
The mother held the child in her womb. It was coming soon. The baby is due July 7th. She is gettting bigger, both the child and the mother. Maybe the child will be born on my birthday, June 30th. Whatever the day, hope that the child is born well and has a good life.
She held the music box in her hands and watched the tiny ballerina dance on her fragile feet. The exterior was no longer white, but has been rusted to a soft yellow. The gold paint was chipping away, and the song now sounded distorted with age.
iedereen die zichzelf kan zijn vind ik een held. mensen die alleen maar kijken naar anderen en zichzelf daardoor rot voelen hebben zichzelf ermee, probeer te bedenken wat jij zelf wilt, kan en leuk vindt en wees zo de regisseur van je eigen leven!
When I held his hand, it was warm. I was safe and secure. Never mind what the future would bring, I was okay for now.
And yet, my problems still bothered me. Why did my biological mother hate me? Why was sister always so nasty? Was she jealous for-no. I can’t say what happened-and lastly, why did my adoptive parents feel the need to kick me out of the house?
His blue cast held the welding torch, dabbing at the metal hitch and shaking the flame until the younger man took it from him. The old man was making a mess. What once had been a beautiful, straight-arching sweep of the hand, had now become a ragged edge. His form was lost.