He’s the most
affectionate person I’ve ever met, and
I’m not, but for the first time in my life I enjoy
it more than anything.
He’s only an inch taller than me, and we weigh the same
amount, but it doesn’t matter because he treats me like the
most fragile thing he’s ever had.
He’s my bodyguard, and my best
friend, and the stupid boy I can’t get off my
mind, and the first person I pray for in the morning, and the
last person I pray for at night.
He makes me a better person, and I hope I make him a
better person too, and I hope he doesn’t forget me while
he’s gone for four weeks, even though I know that’s
stupid and would never happen.
He remembers what I'm allergic to better than I do, and
his eyes make me forget what I should be
doing. He makes me forget things in the best way
possible, and I can't wait to see what else I can't r e m
e m b e r with him
around.