i always thought of you as my protector.
when i was upset, you would comfort me;
you were there for me.
and then you hurt me,
badly.
and all i wanted to do was curl up in your arms and have you protect me,
but you were the person i was running from.
you were the person that i needed to be protected from.
so, my love, you aren't my protector:
you are my rain, my umbrella.

People always ask me my favorite thing about you;
but how can I choose?
My favorite thing about you isn't any quality of yours,
it's the little things.
Like the way you look at me when you think I'm zoned out;
or the way you'll let our hands touch whenever we pass each other.
The way you smile at me when you first see me,
and even your adorable giggle when I tell you a new joke.
Like the way you tell your best friend about me when you think I can't hear;
the little surprises you'll pick up for me when you know I've had a bad day.
The way you'll text me in the morning, the way you'll call me and talk to me for hours at night, the way you're so interested in the stories I tell you, the way you kiss me softly when I'm sad.
The pure joy that sets into your voice when you talk about your passions;
the security of your arms cradled around my chest.
So, my darling, it's not one big thing that I love about you-
it's all your little things.