It's sad to realize that I got used to holding on to your arms..arms that is not so big nor small just enough for me to hold on to. I am sad that whenever I'm not holding on to it I feel weak and helpless. It felt as If there's something missing, like missing a part of my anatomy. I would trip, fall, and stumble. It's sad that I can't hold on to it now. I miss the time that you make your arms available, but I will suppress myself from holding on to it, 'cause I'm still unsure if you really ever made your arms open for me.