As I walked through the door, "Make sure you're using protection."
Protection from what? The world is harsh, and my heart is gone. My body is whole and my soul is crippled. What is there left to protect? Nothing for me, why protect myself when I've left everything so open for so long?
Protect her? Protect her from what? The pain of heartbreak, the pain of loss? Headaches and confusion, and headbutt moments? Protect her from myself?
No, there is no need. I promise you its all alright. Clean, happy, and fully-fulfilled. Naps, and meals, and crazy driving. Showing up late and leaving early and getting back on time. A million thoughts and memories which swirl, what's wrong with that?
Do I need to protect myself from this happiness?
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