he's beautiful, a balance of strong and gentle. i have never feared him. curly hair, brown eyes that glow hazel in the sunlight, smile that covers his features. he always smells good. he has taught me so much, he has stayed, he has held me at three in the morning when i can't lie anymore and it all hurts like hell. i've rocked him to sleep dozens of times, his hands curled around his chin like he's a kid again. he is safety. he is patience. if gold hearts exist, his is. he will never be mine.














