you know him and you know yourself and what you know is that people like him are soft and made of sunlight and people like you are hardened edges and stormy nights and these are things that should never be in the same place at the same time but here you are and you fit like you were made for this place and here he is and he stands out like he’s heaven-sent and you’ve always told yourself you’d rather be here than anywhere else but for the first time---for the first time your home feels like it’s wrong, like here is a place that shouldn’t be, because he’s here and he deserves so much more, deserves a here as bright as he is, deserves a here that lets him shine instead of smothering his light. what you know is that you aren’t patient or forgiving or gentle, and a boy made of warmth shouldn’t have to see the cold and calculating anger that lives in your eyes, and sunshine shouldn’t mix with thunderclouds, and a gentle boy like him shouldn’t have to weather your storms and learn to navigate your your edges.
you know him and you know yourself and what you know is that he deserves better than the likes of you, but you swear on everything good and everything bad and everything in between that you would draw the blood of anyone who ever dares to raise a blade or a fist or an unkind word to him, without even a moment’s hesitation. what you know is that he’s foolish enough to love you, and you might just be foolish enough to love him.