I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If

I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If I Can Ever Outrun How I Used To Be.

He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature. He Blinks, Then Tries To Find The Right Response. "i-" He Stumbles. "i'm So Afraid, June. So Afraid Of What Might Happen To-" I Put Two Fingers Against His Lips To Hush Him. "fear Makes You Stronger," I Whisper. Before I Can Stop Myself, I Put My Hands On His Face And Press My Mouth To His.

For A Small Moment, I Fix My Eyes On His, Telling Him Silently Everything That I'll Never Say To Him Aloud.

Day, The Boy From The Streets With Nothing Except The Clothes On His Back And The Earnestness In His Eyes, Owns My Heart. He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He Is The Silver Lining In A World Of Darkness. He Is My Light.

Be True To Yourself. But That's Something Everyone Says And No One Means. No One Wants You To Be Yourself. They Want You To Be The Version Of Yourself That They Like.