she is the thing he is most afraid of
and the thing he is most in need of.
in order to hold her
he has to let go of the control
he has held onto for so long.
she makes him want to stand up
and yell;
not even yell words.
nonsense.
a language of love,
a language of youth,
a language of impulse and beauty.
she makes him frown in concern,
but she makes him laugh in relief,
grin in amusement
and guffaw in disbelief.
all in all
he figures it's slightly more than worth it.
she makes him
the person he wants to be.
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