and maybe you gave him
than his heart could hold.
'capacity' by Della Hicks-Wilson. (via ajeebinsaan)
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.