subject line: we are merely peasants

 

Texas

He looked up at me, mid-sob, drenched cheeks, red nose, gasping,”I am not supposed to do this. I should be strong for you.” He didnt understand. I never expected him to be my knight in shining armor. I smiled, stroked his hair and whispered,”My love, you are not the hero—you are the rescued. You do not have to be my Disney movie prince. We are merely peasants, serving the King of Kings together.”