#iii.v

"I didn't stay to tame your demons," he mumbled. "I stayed to befriend them."

See, I broke my knees to have the chance to see you in different angles.

I was naked in front of him; all my shields are down, defenses deactivated, insecurities, dilemmas and fear aren't hidden, the constellation of scars and unseen bruises presented themselves—and he knelt before them and kissed every one of them. He then looked at me with a tender smile and said, "Now that I learned to love all the parts of you that no one claps for, will you let me clap for it and love you wholly?"

We were lying on the middle of the football field, gazing at the stars for they are too beautiful to be missed by our eyes. "Count the stars," I told him. "How can I? They are too many." "Just try," I said smiling. And so he did. He tried counting the stars and he asked me why did I asked him to. "Multiply it by a thousand," I took his hand and entwined it with mine. I feel like the space in his hand are mine to fit. "And you'll get a fraction of how much I love you."

We were walking on a public park and there's this sign he read, "Watch your step or you might fall." I smiled. He smiled too.

I will show you crazy, I'm a maniac, No more final warning, I'm not holding back, I ain't going nowhere, let the roof cave in, 'Bout to blow up something, here goes nothing, Watch me hit the cray button