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.