He was larger than life. Stronger. More powerful. He was bigger than the swell I felt in my chest whenever I heard him say those three words. I. Love. You. He could handle all the bullshit and the complications that came with loving me. He knew me. Saw me. Was capable of holding the both of us together if it all became too much. It was safe to love him back because, no matter what, he was never going to let me fall.
