My lifeline
My grounder
My truth teller
My joy seeker
He wonders if he is enough for my goal-obsessive little self. He wishes I could’ve known him back in the day so I would have thought he was a rockstar. How does he not see his greatness?
He knows where to find me when I pull away. I don’t know where his patience, capacity, or strength comes from, but he finds space inside himself to hold me when he is hurting and love me when I cause him pain.
