I want to hold your hand at 80 and say we made it.
When we get to the end of our lives together, the house we had, the cars we drove, the things we posessed won't matter. What will matter is that I had you and you had me.
A relationship is not always about holding hands and understanding each other. It's also about misunderstandings and not letting go of each other's hand.
Sometimes reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.