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“What’s the point of speaking up when no one hears you?”
Every day, I can feel myself growing into my own skin, and I love myself more than I ever have. Ryke is a variable in my life that has led me here. I know it.
My chest rises in a livelier inhale, thankful for Ryke. My pillar. My wolf. My world. My life. Strongly, he says, “You ready, Calloway?” “Yes,” I breathe. And we both scream. All the darkness rippling out of me.
I keep smiling because I love him so much, every part of him that says I don’t fucking dance. It’s been well documented in the years that I’ve known him. Ryke solidifies like a brick wall at concerts and celebrations and all weddings. For Ryke to want to practice our first dance at all is a big deal.
People say you can’t describe love, but I have this theory that you can. It’s just subjective. Do you want to know what love feels like for me? It’s breathing and suffocating. Sobbing and smiling. Yearning and fading. To ache that much harder. To live that much larger. It’s every moment. Every single, tiny one.
