I know you don't do well in the cold or in the rain; You scramble around trying to save your hair and you jabber nonsensically in the cutest way, you shiver and you mumble and your hands and nose go cold.
But that's just a temporary, mundane blemish on the beautiful temple that is your body, one that a jacket can guard from, or a towel can wipe off.
But your heart, your fortress of a heart, is what I worry about. I know it hurts too, I know all too well that it does. I know that sometimes, you sit in a sea of blankets and warmth, but your heart still aches with a horrible chill. I know that although you may be sheltered, it sometimes feels like your heart is stranded in a downpour and your fortress cracks sometimes.
I don't know how to tell you or show you that I will stand in a hurricane to hold an umbrella over your heart, I will build you a home and a hearth to warm your bones, when all you feel is broken and numb I will hold you and kiss you until all of your beautiful puzzle pieces are put back together.
So don't mind the rain, sweetheart. I'll always be an umbrella for your heart.