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Sometimes he won’t want to be touched.
Sometimes that’s all he’ll want.
You’ll learn the indicators.
Even when he himself doesnt know them.
Even when he’s too scared to tell you.
Sometimes he’ll finche away from your touch.
Sometimes he’ll lean into it.
You’ll learn to that tell him he’s ok.
To promise he’s safe.
To promise that you’re safe.
Never break those promises.
You’ll learn to hold him like you’ll let go.
You’ll learn his neck is sensitive.
That he likes laying on your chest to hear your breathing.
To hear your heart beat.
That he loves being close to you.
That he needs you like a fish needs water.
Sometimes he won’t be a he.
Sometimes he’ll be a her.
Other times?
He will be a they
You’ll learn when to tell him that he looks handsome.
You’ll learn when to tell her that she looks gorgeous.
You’ll learn when to say they look like the night sky personified.
Sometimes he won’t want to leave his room or turn on a light.
You’ll learn this is because he was born in the wrong vessel.
You’ll learn that he believes he is wrong for just plainly existing.
He may be in the wrong vessel but he is not wrong.
Tell him.
He will not believe you.
Say it again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Always again.
Sometimes you will not want to say it again.
Sometimes you will think he is too much.
Or maybe.
Sometimes you will think he is not enough.
Both thoughts are correct.
But they are also the most wrong words to grace this earth.
He is his own form of enough.
While also being
His own form of too much.
He is the fool that loves like dead who didn’t get to say goodbye.
Even when those whom he is haunting do not appreciate it.
And that.
That is the beauty of loving the fool.