The Guardian

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Do you know what it feels like to be guarded?

To be under constant care, constant watch; ever hovered over.

He carries a knife on his hip; you know he’d give his life for you.

Every morning he meticulously checks off your to-do list for the day, crafting a journey through your life that will leave you feeling accomplished yet relaxed, traveled yet glad to be home, experienced but still yourself.

He totes you around in the passenger seat so he can control your safety and upon arrival offering a hand out of the car door like you may be delicate enough to need that help.

But he insists that you’re strong, the strongest woman he’s ever met, and he makes you stronger still.

The guarding of your movement, the guarding of your exposure, the guarding over your body.

He’ll take it; you’ll want him to.

This man has come into your life with urgency and certainty and insists that even though you may never believe it, you are the one worthy of his guard.

He keeps protects you from all demons, both those in the world and those that live in your own being.

He’s a glorious gift of a person, one meant to protect you for all days. One you will fight every day to thank in any way possible.

Do you know what it feels like to be guarded?

I do. And that is the man I choose to call Master.

Kind Regards,
Mrs. Darling

The Wrong Kind Of Breathless

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It’s unfortunately not breath play; no controlled grasp of the neck here.
It’s not the sweet gulp of air when you breathe in another’s presence, taking in all that makes them them. Overwhelming your senses with theirs.

No.

See, that is all the addition of somebody in your life: the addition of warmth and love and person that makes you swallow fullness deep inside your world.

Somehow, their withdrawal makes the same sudden breathlessness but this time, it’s terrible.

You hold your breath but they’re no longer walking into a room; no bleeps of their care.

You’re alone when you weren’t before. You hold your breath. For no reason.

It’s the original roller coaster in life, leaving you excited and antsy to get on and once it’s over, you vow to never get on that thrill ride again.

But you always do. Eventually.

One day maybe I will get in line to be that good kind of breathless again. Until then, I can only stand on this side of heartbreak and step off the ride, regain my composure, and remember to breathe.

 

Kind Regards,

Mrs. Darling