...a beautiful boy, who is kind, patient and understanding. Strongly independent, with a will of his own, forged in a darkness that he has fought for years. His compassion for the weaker ones knows no bounds and does all his can to reach out, without ever asking for anything in return, except that their lives take a turn for the better. He's always taking care of people, no matter how tired he may be, or whatever is it that he's going through at the moment.
Yeah, he's no saint; he runs his mind and mouth with extreme openness towards sex and perversion. Well, no one's perfect, right? But despite everything, in my eyes this boy is flawless. A treasure.
He may spit on the God I pray to and has much bitterness yet to heal, but I love him nevertheless. Every part of him; the good, the bad, the ugly. Not in a romantic or sexual manner, but just love. Like we could just go to bed, watch a Doctor Who or Harry Potter marathon or both, talk about things of life til' the sun comes up and we just fall asleep in each other's arms.
This boy is my inspiration, gives me some form of hope and in his own way, takes care of me, despite the physical distance. He is my fucking foul-mouthed perverted guardian angel.
