He is a person, not a magic pill you take when your life or your soul is broken. He is a person. He is a person you talk to and listen to and love and respect. He’s someone you decide to spend time with and dream with, whom you follow and learn from and hurt with, and to whom you ask things— someone you choose over anybody else, over anything else. He is a person—the person who defines my life, sweeps in and changes me. When I let him in.
