Sir,
May I ask for a favor?
Tell me that you'll keep me safe — and never let this fade away.
Can you offer you unwavering support and attention? Can you stick with me for a while?
Nothing needs to change. Same things, just as they are. Nothing less. But anything more. If nothing more, that's fine — my love.
Girls like me don't cry — girls like me pretend that we don't cry.
I come across as strong, determined, ambitious. And somehow I am. But I'm also fragile. Not like a flower — more like a bomb. And right now there are many sparks flying by my fuses. I need to be sheltered — handled with care.
Can I be, in the comfort of your soul? I wouldn't dare to ask — in the comfort of your arms?
Keep carrying me, just as you do. Keep caring for me, just as you do. You're doing perfect. I am satisfied with my care.
This next chapter is terrifying — so exciting — mortifying. And I will go through it alone. I haven't been alone in so long. This will be hard, painful. Gut wrenching.
So… Would you like to stay for dinner?
Would you like to stay forever?