Boyhood Bravery

Somehow, walking into my messy apartment with this strange boy in tow, this strange boy who has somehow breathed life into my existence, my heart, my corner of the world - walking into this room reminds me of how much I don't like being myself sometimes. He sits down, awkward smile peaking from puckered lips, like he's waiting for something, waiting for me. I tell him it isn't much, the electricity's been off and I sit down in my favorite chair, stuffing spilling out, almost like my heart seems to as he's stepping near me. One, two, three - he steps, my heart pounds, I don't know what this is but it's beginning to feel like home.