He’s got blue eyes and soft brown curls that my fingers could run through for days,
Hands that are soft, warm, and gentle-
They keep me steady when the ground shakes.
And time wouldn’t exist with his presence if responsibilities didn’t create it-
My world becomes a still standing picture of tender smiles and kisses that ground me,
Even a CAT Five couldn’t move mountains like he does.
And he was a menace as a kid-
Class clown with a chip on his shoulder,
I’d have laughed you out of the cafeteria if you told me I’d love him again at twenty eight.
But I do.
The man he worked so hard to become is one of the most admirable character arcs I’ve ever lived in-
Insults were replaced with gentle words.
Cowardice was replaced with bravery.
Chaos was replaced with steadiness.
It took me two years to trust it and he never once got impatient.
He’s got blue eyes and soft brown curls that my hands will never get over but-
He’s also got a character arc most people never reach, a heart that is deeply intentional, and hands that stole mine.
