He’s a whirlwind of messiness sprinkled with comfort; a tornado of great thoughts and minuscule actions; a volcano of emotions behind a wall of brick; a miserable storm of insecurities and perfection. You see everything he is and wants to be, while he sees who he is now and not who he could be.
He needs something to bring him out of his own head and into the reality where he could do anything he wants if he could just realize his potential.
He needs saving from drowning in his own thoughts.
But that’s not something you can do. You are not the lifeguard of his mind. You can only save yourself from drowning in the depths of his potential.
You spend days, weeks, years waiting for him to see what you see: a beautiful mess of perfection and potential. Patience, my dear. You must let the boy figure it…
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