You are the epitome of soothing ointments of hurt and blistered anguish in the form of heart tins and pink pocket chapsticks.

You alleviate sudden jolts of pain when my teeth catch onto parts of my dry, chapped lips and I know I can rub your baring being onto my lips when they tremble and shiver.

I believe with every ounce of my being that you'll peel the awful off my skin and if that is not called trust, I don't know what is.