When I hold your face in my hands I’m always worried whether there’s dirt on my hands. But I can’t check, it would require me to let go off you and that’s even worse than dirt. Maybe it’s your pure soul that makes everything seemingly too dirty for you to come in contact with. If something would stain you I’d rather it be me since I know that I’ll be there to clean you. I think that’s a one way to put it how much I want to protect you.















