And then there was you...

He shall smell the ocean, and he will enjoy the view. There is no need to be afraid, no need to trembled as his world comes tumbling down - for he has been here before, and in fact has survived so much worse. Perhaps there is still a chance. A glimmer of hope that he comes out of it not only alive, but triumphant. It is as it has forever been. Circumstances too intertwined to let loose, and the stakes too high for him to be at ease. So he shall come here and cry and overreact, and make it seem as if death is just about to knock on his door, when in fact, his life is vastly more than what you get to see, what you get to read, what you get to experience. It's the "I love you" in the morning and the smell of your hair. It's the way you make him laugh, and the way you hold your stare. It's how you make me rhyme, even when I'm shaking cold. It's everything you do for me, it's everything she told.