We

1. I kiss him and sparks fly throughout my body 

my fingertips are tingly and I cannot sit still, so I run my fingers through the messy mop of hair on his head and I am grateful for moments like this. 

2. I catch him looking at me and he grins, like I caught him taking a cookie off of the plate that he was told not to touch, and he is satisfied knowing that he got what he wanted. 

3. He is driving and the sunlight is hitting him in a way that gives his silhouette an angelic glow, my own little piece of heaven and the only thing that is separating us is the console. 

4. He is talking to me about his future and his eyes are lit with the passion of a thousand burning suns. I am scared but he is happy so I will stop being selfish and I will celebrate with him. You cannot put him in a cage. 

5. He is drunk and stumbling around while telling me that I am the most beautiful person he has ever seen. I heard once that drunk people always tell the truth. I pray that this is true. I want to feel beautiful. 

6. He touches me with gentle hands, tracing out the conture of my skeleton with his trembling, tired fingers. He makes flowers grow in places that I never thought gardens would be possible. he lets a gasp escape his lungs.

7. I jump on his back and he takes off running. we are spinning and laughing and for the moment, this is all that matters. that is how I feel when I'm with him--like nothing else matters. 

8. It's his 18th birthday and we are on his couch and I'm sobbing. he is holding me and kissing my forehead and finally, my head goes quiet. I will remember that night for the rest of my life. I will remember how when I wasn't strong enough to fight my demons, he was strong enough to win the war. 

9. we are on his bed and we are wrestling. he is laughing and it's real, I can feel it vibrating his rib cage and I can  see it shaking his whole body. his happiness has been trapped inside for far too long, and it is begging to be let out. I will try my best to set him free. 

10. We are chaotic. We are clashing forces, colliding with strength unknown to man. We are busted lips and dirty fingernails, we are singing to the top of our lungs, we are everything and nothing all at once. We are everything I've ever wanted and everything I never knew I needed. we will make it through.