If I could, I would take everything that hurts you and destroy it. Crush it in my palm. Watch it disappear, because I can't sit here and be ok with you sitting where you are, crying. Our emotions are joint. What upsets you, upsets me. And even though I have such an urge to make you happy, there isn't anything I can do to remove what you let hurt you, what you let define your life. It's too heavy. Been there for too long. And I apologize. I strain my body trying to help you. I'd do anything in the world to make you happy. But I don't have the equipment nor the experience it takes to help you so, for now, the best I can do is remind you that I am here through thick and thin. I am the Bonny to your Clyde. I am your ride or die. And not even your biggest problem is gonna push me away far enough to where I can't here your heart beat. I won't let it.
