Cradling my head in your arms, keeping me safe from my childhood terrors — terrors which continue to haunt my memories. Holding me when I weep myself dry, shrinking from my darkness never occurs in notion. Nuzzling my body, as if a teddy bear come to life. Clutching me firmly, delicately aware of my skinny ribs, never squeezing too tight. Cracking never transpiring with such souls entwined.