Will you fill my empty hand

You thought I was so desparate, I would need your hand every moment.

No, I do not need your hand. I CHOOSE to take your hand. I am willing to walk alone until there is someone that will fill that empty space by my palm and my fingers by choice, not out of spite. Someone that will put as much effort I'm putting in instead of leaving me hanging.

You thought that when you walked away, I would follow, staggering in your direction until I was into your grip again. Instead, I fell down and stayed there until I found a reason to stand up again. A reason that was not you.

I cannot raise your hand for you, even if you don't want to take all the pain and hardship in such a task. I rather raise my hand alone. And even as you turned your back, there are others that took my hand and we raised our hands together. We are strong, linked by our hands and interlaced fingers, because we chose to be vulnerable to each other by taking another person's grasp and facing the fact that a chain is only as strong as our weakest link. We are willing to step together in unknown future with its dangers and risks to start our quest for greatness, where you can't go halfway, you can only go all or nothing.

I thought my life would crumble when you walked away and withdrew your hope in me. I thought I would stay as a shell as your presence faded and you tried to blaze your own path without me.

But there were strangers, people better than you, that picked me up and decided to BELIEVE in ME. We walked together in step, clutching each other, helping each other up when we fell, our eyes on the prize. I easily forgot you as we cheered each other on, basking in our happiness and glory that only occurred when we were together, as we found our way to success.

They have restored my faith in humanity. They showed me I could be a better person than I was. Now it is my turn to offer my hand as you find yourself alone.

Will you take it?