Paradise Found

He is sort of like a rock; our anchor, the strongest of us yet still weak and the shoulder to cry on, forever overly caring and doting.

She is bubbly and free, conflicted with unsurities and insecurities but beautiful nonetheless and the feminine touch to everything we are.

Me... I am the broken, the beaten, the bloodied, the too-thin and the one who tries too hard to be the strong man I long to become.