I am like an egg. If you don't touch me, I look whole, tough, complete. If you pick me up I don't disintegrate in your hands. I hold myself together and I keep myself complete. But if you squeeze too hard I break, and he is the only human on this planet who knows the exact amount of pressure before I crack.
He is like my carton. He protects me, he holds me, he shelters me. In his embrace I relax in to myself and I can disintegrate, I can crumble, I can be raw and exposed and open. I can fumble over words, I can over exaggerate my strengths and he still sees me as I am.
