Do We Need Loved Ones

Believe me, women know exactly which man holds her hand from desire, and which man holds her hand from tenderness.

Yes, men too understand perfectly which woman is a steadying hand in his life, and which woman is a pointed spear.

Women truly sense which hand touches only the body under the pretense of love, and which hand reaches beyond the body to touch only the soul.

Men also understand before which woman he remains forever beloved, and before which woman he is merely needed.

Every creature on earth possesses a strange power: the ability to recognize love. Even a stray mad dog on the street, when shown affection, stays home without a leash; even a wild tiger in the forest, when given love, becomes tame without a cage.

Love is such a thing that when it exists, you can see its light even with closed eyes, understand its reach without touching it, measure its depth without drowning in it.

Perhaps this is why some hands we never let go of—through a hundred obstacles, countless walls, and fierce storms. While some hands we must learn to release without any barriers at all. Some hands are for letting go; some hands are for holding on.