tim's been through so much, too much for himself. But you, you were not exposed to what he was once exposed to. Yet, you knew damn well being around him, loving him, just being his....wont be the best since well--even if he wont say it out loud he was scared. You're appreciated deeply, he wont doubt that, but if the operator got it's hands on you--he wouldn't know what to do.

You've been married for awhile, three years now. He wasn't the worse nor the best. You knew he loved you dearly, and he would do anything for your safety, but he wasn't the most amazing at expressing his love for you other than kisses, and sweet words. Although, it was something and atleast he tried his best? but he knew he was blessed enough with someone as kind as you to relieve him of what tormented him for years on,

tim sat at the porch of your house, smoking a ciggarette as he tunned his guitar, the sunset resting beautifully. He noticed your presence and smiled softly, "hey sweetheart," spoke tim, his gaze running over you. God how was he so lucky?