Every once in a blue moon, I have nightmares.
Usually reoccurring.
Usually confusing.
Especially terrifying.
But tonight's was -- by far --
the worst.

I had you.
I had you in my arms and love was bright and I was yours.
You pulled away.
I let you go, thinking you didn't want me to hold you anymore.
You cried.
I questioned.
You held out your arms.
What I saw was something I hope to never see in reality -- your beautiful arms, a ****** mass of torn flesh and broken spirit.
I tried to heal them with bandages, tape, and my love... but they bled on.
You bled out.
And I bled tears.

The only thing on my mind was you when I awoke.

It's funny that I worry about things like that.
I worry that you're slipping through my ice cold fingers and there is nothing for me to grasp...
But then I remember how quickly you changed my life and my heart.
I learned to love again.
And with that love, I will hold onto you.
Hopefully, you won't pull away.