Let me touch you in all the places that hurt. Let me get to see the story written on you, all over your heart.
Love is meant to be the one thing which makes this world seem less scary and you less small.
There should be no rules to love. No boxes to tick or stereotypes to conform to or expectations to meet. That the very essence of love is that there is no “normal.”
I saw love in the classroom. It was love—pure love—that didn’t see a sex or race or gender. Love that didn’t label itself as one thing, but rather nestled into the hearts of people and connected them as they were. As people.
A man will own up to his mistakes. A boy will make excuses for them.