It eats at me that I cannot save you. Replenish you of all that you were robbed of... Fight all of your battles. Erase all signs of anguish. Heal every internal bruise that has left you wounded. Defeat every obstacle preventing you from moving forward. Absorb some of the pain you've endured myself, even if it only stood as a symbol that someone was there. Protect you. Prevent all grief and sorrow from ever coming near you. Just as clay, your past experiences have shaped & molded you into the beautiful person that I've grown to love. I just don't understand why you choose to deal with it all alone. I cannot make you forget everything you've been through, and I'm not attempting to change the person that your experiences have made you. I'm only asking you to allow me to stand with you...
