i wish you weren't so ******* yourself. i wish you understood that your fragile, unsteady fingers are my favorite thing.
i don't care if my braid has lumps in it because your hands won't stop shaking. i don't care that it's not as tight as it could be because you're not as strong as you once were.
and if someday i have to live without you, i'll braid my hair, and make sure it's loose and imperfect, and know you're with me forever.