I love you. I think you are deserving of respect. Of care. Of second chances.
I think about you in the late hours of the night where coherency is lost and emotion reigns unchecked.
I'm most comfortable pulling you against me, surrounding you and knowing that I am there if you need me.
I cannot make you safe or happy or okay, but I can make things safer and happier and better.
And there's still so much I have to learn and improve upon, but I try every day. I try because I know, more than I know anything, that you deserve whatever I can give.
I love you.
















