I used to believe love was a battlefield,
something to win, something to lose.
But then you held me,
not as a prize, not as a possession,
but as something sacred.
And for the first time, I stopped running.
#HeKeepsMeSafe#HellRaiser
@HitWithAHeart@BitterSweetPea_@ALilBitOfDex right now,” I tell him gently, resting my hand briefly against his arm—steady, grounding. “Just be here.”
Because that’s enough.
More than enough.
I step back, giving them space, watching the way all four kids wrap around him like they’re anchoring him to this place—
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