I crave masculine protection. The younger me scoffed at that. The rebel in me is ashamed that I crave to be taken care of and protected. That the little and not so little details of life that bog me down,if only someone else would just take care of it and make it all go away. And once in a while be held coz I'm sad for some unknown reason.lol. Or this whole post is some part of a grey phase i'm intermittently in and soon it will be a bad memory or a post I'll laugh at.