Hold me.

Just like the way when we first spent the night together.
You held me so tight.
Your warmth and love protected me.

Hold me.

Reminiscent of when you proposed to me.
Reminiscent of our first dance as husband and wife.
Reminiscent of the birth of our child.

Hold me.

Amidst my darkest days.
Amidst my body rattling and shaking with anxiety.
Amidst my depression deep down in my mind.

Hold me.

Even if I lose my bearings.
Even if the trenches are elongated and opaque.
Even if I want to give up, turn back, and not proceed forward.

Hold me.

When I am overwhelmed.
When I am overthrown.
When I am defeated.

Hold me.

If it is late at night.
If it is early in the morning.
If it is in the middle of the night.

Hold me.

Throughout the cold nights.
Throughout the warm days.
Throughout the rainy hours.

Hold me.

After we argue.
After we fight.
After we cry.

Hold me.

While we watch television.
While we lie in bed.
While we sit on the sofa.

Hold me.

When I am elated.
When I say I love you.
When I am holding you.

Hold me.

Despite the hard.
Despite the silences.
Despite the ebb and flow.

Hold me.

When I hold you.
When I nuzzle into your chest.
When our legs entwine.

Hold me, dear husband. Hold me.

Don’t ever let go.

Yvette Mystakas

Yvette Mystakas is the founder and owner of She is Sacred - a blog, which embraces Womanhood, Sisterhood and Motherhood. She writes raw, from the heart, heartbreaking yet empowering words of her struggles with mental health, the importance of self-care and identity. Yvette has brought together women from across the globe sharing each other's stories. Whether they are a mother, single woman, wife, girlfriend, she is reassuring that we are all not alone and to embrace this beautiful mess. You can follow Yvette's journey on Facebook and Instagram.