I lay here thinking about a night that happened a few months ago. It was a night when I was allowed to stay later, when we were both tired. You were the one in my arms that night. We laid there all cuddled up half asleep talking about random things. The conversation turned to the topic of the monsters under the beds. Jokingly you told me to protect you from the monster, to not let them get you. I pulled you close to me and told I'd never let anything get you. I don't what it was but I liked that feel of being protective. The willingness to do anything to make sure the person who means everything to me is ok. It's nice, I like feeling protective but sometimes I rather feel protected. Sometimes I rather be the one with you in my arms making sure you are as happy as could possibly be and other times I like being in your arms as you spoil me with your love. But no matter what I'll still protect you, whether it be the monsters under the bed or the one in your head, I'll be anything to protect you and keep you safe and happy.
