I was always scared nobody would ever hold my hand.
I burned my hand at the theater once and had a white bandage wrapped around it for weeks.
The girl with the beautiful eyes was scarred too.
So I could hold her scarred hand in my left and together we could be-- whole?
She said it was extremely romantic. I always hated how she'd narrate things like that. It'd ruin the movie.
She was always scared nobody would ever hold her hand. But I learned later it was because I was always holding it.
That girl gave me lots of things I never did want. And ohhhh, she was so beautiful.
Actually, I see her sometimes.
She still is so beautiful.
But now she looks like everything I haven't got. She's done it all on her own.
Now she's that horrible feeling that someone has moved on and discovered something bigger with out you.
Mature son of a.
Together, you could've made me-- whole?
