Thousands of Years of Dreaming

I looked at him holding my hand, and every knuckle was clearly visible. He held it very hard, as if he was afraid that he would leave me behind, or that he would not let me go... I suddenly felt scared, does he love me? Is it me? But, am I me? Who I am? Who can tell me, I can't stop being afraid of the blank space in my head, what qualifications does a person who doesn't even know who he has to say love have? !