I know of the burden which you bear; I am guilty, and grateful, for the duty of care you assume. For the onus I cannot help but put upon you, I can only apologise.
Truth be told, you wear it well, my friend. But it is an unfortunate, regrettable – and perhaps, inevitable – fact that sometimes pain trumps pride. When weather calls for it; please, like an ace, tuck that diamond of ours away.
My follies in love are emblazoned across you like a kaleidoscopic tattoo. Yet, ever-exposed as you are; you never cower.