For it is Him


He was soft yet hard. Loud but quite. Outgoing and somehow calm. He was a walking contradiction. Those who admired him from afar saw someone who knew them better than they knew themselves. Even if he had just known them in an instant. But those who saw him up close saw the realness of his being. For those chosen individuals managed to capture a piece of his heart and hold it like a treasured artifact. He was more than the grass flittering in the wind. He could command the room with just one look. Made people follow him blindly with just the right words that came naturally to him. For the one he chose to love, they were a lucky one indeed. They will never feel more secure, cherished, and stunned by the love from which flows from him.

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