“Here, take my hand.” he said. “I don't want it.” i said. “Please, we can walk together.” he said with his charming smile. “I'm sorry but I can't, are you not afraid?” i asked. “I don't have something to be afraid of, so just take my hand.” he said once again. “I'm sorry, I'm scared that I might lose it someday.” I tried to walk away. “It's okay, I'm here.” he said. “you don't know.” i ran.
Since i always lose something important that people have given to me I'm getting sacred of a lot of things. i find myself scared to accept everything from others. I'm scared that i might lose it someday & end up crying till my eyes out..