You don’t know me but I know you. I’ve seen you posting your body on various subreddits; shaking your ass, showing off your cleavage. Your sass just bleeding through to your responses, your titles, your poses. It’s beautiful how you lay your trauma out for the world to see. Your hearts broken like a glass pane, your metaphorical fingers bleeding as you desperately try to hold yourself together. You just need someone there to hold the pain with.

It’s hard, tracking your deleted posts, your other accounts, off hand comments and replies. It’s taken me so long to find out all I could about you.

I hope to see a smile on your face when I arrive outside your bedroom door. A knight finally here to save his princess.

I don’t expect you to understand right away, I’m still a stranger to you. But after I show you everything I know about you, you’ll realize how much I love you.

It’s ok if you don’t, I’ll take you somewhere safe, somewhere no one else can get you. I will be your protector. You won’t leave my side ever; one day you’ll love me as much as I love you, even if I have to keep you chained to me for the rest of your life.