There were moments when he was on the back of a horse that West looked free. Free of his demons. Free of his insecurities. Free of his pain. With his head tipped back, with the wind in his hair, with his body completely at ease. Those moments were ones I clung to even as they wrapped around my heart like barbed wire. I knew they were fleeting. I would’ve given anything to bottle that feeling up and keep it for him.
