Kiss Me Slowly, Parachute

"Just stay with me." 

I'd pinch his shirt from the back and pull it slightly. "Stay. Please," I'd say in a small voice. "Tonight, don't leave me alone." 

...

I need someone to stay, please. Someone. Anyone. 

I want to cry in a corner. And then, quietly, without saying anything, someone will come kneel beside me. Put an arm around my shoulder. Let me rest my head on his shoulder. Tell me "I love you, everything's gonna be alright," even though nothing is alright. 

And I'd sing this song to him...  and he'd give me a sad smile and wipe away my tears and hold me in his arms. Protect me from everything. Kiss my forehead. Hug me tight. Look into my eyes. 

I'd cry and cry and cry until his shirt is wet and my eyes are dry. He wouldn't complain, he'd love me anyway even if I am an emotional wreck.  He'd love me anyway despite of the horrible things I've done. He'd love me anyway even if I'm not perfect. 

And then he'd hold my hands and make me feel safe. Safe.

Why does it seem like he's so close and yet so far away? Who is he? 

In my head I'm reaching for something just beyond my grasp. Reaching out then catching nothing but air. 

Where are you...? Stay with me. 

Kiss me slowly even if tears are rolling down my cheeks. 

Please.