Beautiful Disaster

Self Depreciation

"He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight"

So many fond memories flashed in my mind. Our crazy adventures, our dabble in music, which became a passion of mine for a while, and our fishing trips.

It was our fishing and camping trips that I got to really understand his home life. I had listened how he had told his family his dreams, only to get shot down and told that it would never happen. the nicknames they called him were repulsive. He faced bullies at home, his own family.

I remember, right before bed one night, he was stifling tears. I told him not to give any credit to what they said. Thar didn't know what they were talking about.
He looked at me, eyes and cheeks glistening from the renegade tears, told me I was too kind and sweet before turning over to sleep.

I fell asleep that night wishing there was a way to convince him he had more potential than what him or his family made him feel but to no avail. In the morning, her made me promise not to breathe a word about what transpired that night. I kept my promise.