In a way, my arms protect him too 🫂

While he’s protecting me from physical harm, I’m protecting his heart from his pain, his demons. He suffers so much, but he’s always so much happier when he’s with me. I always try to keep him close when he’s hurting, just to let him know that I’m there and I’m going to take care of him all I can. I feel like nothing can ever happen to him when I’m holding him in my arms. We’re both keeping each other safe in the ways we need it most.