Hold my hand

I still remember that day.

The movie is about to start and we are rushing down the stairs. She tried to keep up with me and in doing so, missed a step and fell. She would always look at that scar on her knee and complain that it's my fault that her perfect legs are now imperfect. She is right about her legs being perfect alright, but when I run my fingers along her legs, when I reach that mark, I don't see imperfection, I just see that little something that made her mine. It just made me love her a little more each time.

She doesn't know this, but from that day on, I made a promise to myself. To hold her hand tighter so she wouldn't fall again.
To be there to pick her up if she does.

To hold her hand forever.