I hope that when he comes to me, he doesn't have to pretend to be "Strong" That in my arms, he isn't a provider, a protector, or a man carrying the weight of a thousand expectations. He's just him. And with me.. He can breathe.. He can rest. He can be held for once instead of holding everything together. Because even the strongest men deserve a place where they don't have to be strong. "A place where they're loved, appreciated, and understood without conditions."