#thelastboy

The Last Boy (2019) ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

I hope she clings to your arm. Laces her fingers with yours, and hangs there like an old sweater left in your closet. I hope she tells you how funny your jokes are and that when you laugh its like a firework of lightness. I remember feeling as heavy as lead until you filled me with helium and I floated like feathers, dancing in the breeze. I hope she remembers to put you first, but to not hand you a flame you weren't willing to hold. Don't tell her to look somewhere else when the feathers turn back to lead, but to help her up when her knees are scrapped and her hands are bloodied. Tell her that every scar is a battle that you won and that every smile she flashes is like lightning across the cloudy sky. When all else is coated in snow, I will be soaked to the bone in rain with a warmth that you've stirred in my soul.