I never thought I would look at someone 

like I did with him.

He wasn't like me. 

He was braver,

and more resonable,

and faster.

 

Oh how he was fast.

He pushed himself to his breaking point.

Until he was down on his knees, crawling.

Crawling for only a few more inches.

Until he had crossed that finish line.

 

With him, I felt safe.

I felt like I could do anything. 

As if all the societal views were nothing.

As if it didn't matter if someone stared me down.

As if it was just me and him. 

The only ones in the world.

 

I could stare into his deep brown eyes,

The type of brown, he hated,

but I loved.

 

And I knew looking into those eyes that

I could do anything.

Almost as if he captured all of my disbelief

and molded it into confidence.