The
Truth The truth I can’t hide, escape, nor do I even want to anymore. I could not
survive without someone watching over me the way he does, or without someone
putting me on a pedestal that has nothing to do with objectifying. He is my
guardian and my patient; a knight in a shiny armour, sometimes barely able to
tie his shoelaces. We both need an opponent for our moments of weakness and
strength, and to us there are only two people in the universe. Him and I.
He is my shadow, which I can count on and I love him.