A little short but beautiful story

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.
'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.'

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...

I Will

I went back to the old times,

Letting your sweet and charming smile walk with
me through the dark,

Checking the time that is shown on the photo,

Holding you as today is my 1st day to
drown to earth’s dust,

Sitting on the jalopy beside the beach,

I will be waiting for you to sing me a love
song,

I smell the salty wind blowing through your
long hair,

You have turned me to your shadow,

Always follow you and looking after you.

If I am going to hell, will I have the memory
to think of you; am I still in your heart?

Maybe one day I will meet you in my next life,

Is it possible that you’re the one who invites me into the land of love?

Drinking the pure sweetness of juice with you,

Reading the growth upon your face for my whole
life?

I’ll live the dreams when I’m with you,

Love the future because of your existence.

Even if I am not the one to accompany you walking
out of the grand hall,

Even if I am not the one giving you goodnight
kisses during the cold night,

Even if I am not the one who cooks for you when
you are hungry,

I will still be the one who loves you the most.