He makes me feel safe.
That guy.
I know him, but I don’t.
I’ve seen him, but I haven’t met him, but I know him.
He’s nearby.
He’s waiting for my call.
He’s with me always.
He is safe.
I don’t even know what he’s wearing.
Probably nothing.
I can take off everything when I am with him.
He is home.
WhiteHausRules 