You will have my arms

Last night was definitively not something I wanted to live with you, but it happened. I didn't want to see you as sad and destroyed as you were, but it happened. I really don't know how I managed - I still have the feeling that I underperformed and I didn't meet the expectations you could have set in my response. And for that, I am sorry. But I meant it. Every word and every caress, every hug and every love pressure in your fingers with mine. 

Cold days are coming, but my duvet will always be waiting for you so we can refugee ourselves under their warm and protective aura. When you feel weak, you will have my strength. When you feel uncertain, you will have my arms. You will always have my arms. As you are not really aware of how much you mean to me and the impact you have on my life. 

I love you. More clumsily that I sometimes reach to comprehend. But I love you, and I will be always there as you make your way out back into the light you always belonged to. Light is your way and to the light, you will return - for I most desire to contemplate you doing so. 

You will win this fight. I promise.