When he lay down on bed shaking with mismatched breaths, I wonder how someone who looked like he carried mountains on his shoulders could crumble so easily, like the tornado in his mind finally hit him and knocked him off his feet.
I love him. Now and forever. He is my skyscraper. I’m just one of the many cracks in his wall looking up to him with my head up high. He is my skyscraper. Always and forever be.