Because he will never let go.
.
He holds out his hand.
He has always been holding his hand out to her.
A luxury that some have never had-
A luxury that she doesn't know what to do with.
And she knows that she should hurry up and take his hand, because sooner or later he's going to have to pull it back and when he does she's know she's going to have wished she'd taken it.
But everytime their fingers just brush, she hesitates and pulls back, leaving him with his hand hanging out in the open.
And he knows that sooner or later she's going to go far beyond his reach and he's going to wished that he had done something that would have made her take it.
Because he can see how scared she is- scared of hurting him, scared of what they could have.
And he is realizing that is something that he loves about her, even though it could be the thing that will keep them apart forever. And he cherishes how strong yet weak she is, no matter how much she hates it.
He keeps on reaching out, but she isn't quite sure if she should grab hold.
But he, he knows.
And one last time, before she can pull back, he snatches her hand and holds on and pulls her up.
She realizes that he's not ever going to let go.
He is finally content, because he will never let her go, and even if she tries to, he will always hold on.
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