I know he can’t help who he is. I know that he tells me not to worry, and that he loves me. But I see him succeed, and pull them all along like a beautiful blue-eyed magnet. He puts his soul into everything he does, his heart spews in to everything he creates with his gorgeous mind. He fills every space he is in. I just want to share a room with him. I want to spend a day just one single day that’s not about him. I am afraid of how much I love him. He shines so bright, that I fear that one day, like the sun, I won’t be able to look at him.