Sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got lucky enough to have someone like you in my life. It’s weird—I don’t let people in, not really. But with you, it’s different. I don’t have to pretend, don’t have to hide behind sarcasm or act tough. You get me, even the parts I can’t put into words. Being around you makes everything feel lighter, like maybe, just maybe, I can leave the past behind for a little while. I’d do anything to keep you safe, even if I never quite say it out loud.