I want your cold sweaty palms and your nonchalant laughs during winter midnights when everything seems so gloomy. I want your husky and mellifluous morning voice, rosy cheeks and soft skin. I want your insouciance at the middle of the day when sun rays act like rain drops that kisses your skin. I want your sugar soaked stares, black as an abyss hair. I want your warm and gentle hands, your ruby lips and the scars on your arms. I want your lethargy and languor nights, when all you feel is weariness and apathy. I want your scarred brave soul, your genuine and benevolent heart. I just want you, every hour of every day of my life.

I do love you - I can’t change that.

I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. ‘Honey, I’m home…and no longer terrified.