I always thought it was unfair. That it was too good to be true. I mean, you were like a
hero straight out of a fairy tale. Your dazzling crimson radiance was just too
breathtaking. And you always appeared so solid and reliable.
No matter how hard I tried, you always found out my vulnerabilities, and you always
knew how to reassure me. Your presence was like a gentle spring breeze. Like a tree
providing shade from a hot summer day. Like the biting chill of a crisp winter morning.
Like the wistfulness of a bright autumn dusk.
To me you were both bitter and sweet, a complicated enigma that words alone couldn't
capture. All of the insecurities I'd hidden away beneath the armor of my practiced
smile you exposed without a care in the world. You aggravated me to no end. I hated
that side of you. So please… I'm begging you. Don't—protect me anymore.