He says "You don't need to worry I promise",
Orders me when the time takes me hold in the darkness, shall I get scared or anxious,
That imagery of him gazing in my eyes as he holds my chin whispering "I Love you" shall take over this weary mind.
He grabs my hands and becomes my strength as I hold on to his waist like  I have nothing else.
Admiring me because I'm "sweet and innocent".
He holds me under the trees as I tell him of my demons and aspirations to fix the world.
He understands the blinding anxiety I obtain of being cheated on.
He is my best friend.