If I could only ask one thing of you, it would be for you to hold me.
Just once more, even if the embrace lasts but a moment it will be
enough. To feel your warmth, your strength, even the darkness that
resides in you makes holding you delightful. I can die a little more
peacefully after feeling your arms around me. The protection I feel
when surrounded by you is overwhelming. It feels like one of those
stories. You know the ones with the princess and the beast who ends up
being her prince? I imagine the beast and I share the shame
experience. The isolation, the hurtful whispers and glances, the
distrust, the absolute lonieness that floods the body; it's a
normality for us. Then a glorious creature comes and shows us beasts
what kindness, honesty, and trust is. This perfect being shows us how
love is supposed to feel. This angel isnt repulsed by the mere sight
of me. This creature is you. If you could give this beast a moment of
pure bliss, I wish for you to hold me tight. ...And would it be too
much to ask you to hold this beast close, and never let go? Of corse
for a beast there is no escape from the insecturity. The beasts always
ask for forever. But I only expect a moment. Because deep down inside
me, in a dark forgotten place, where I hardly ever venture, is a
horrible truth. That I will never be enough for you. That you deserve
better than me. And that I would do anything to please you.
