Fuckin' Fiction

It’s odd, that when you are at your most vulnerable, the thing that you want. Maybe you want someone to defend you. Maybe you want someone to be with you, to share in the experience of not knowing what is going on. That is not what I wanted at all. I didn’t want a strong woman to be with me. To help me. To defend me. To seek out care for me.

I wanted a girl I had some time ago. The one that had made me feel strong. Made me feel like the protector. It didn’t matter that I was the one that was suffering. I felt that I needed someone to protect. To take my mind off my own problems. Fuck me. I just want to protect someone else, not myself.