This is the side of Lincoln that makes me feel like jelly. Like my heart and feet are both levitating. Like this bond between us might be genuine and as authentic as my fears. It’s the strength he exudes, how relaxed and at ease he is even when he’s the target. It does something weird to my thoughts and emotions and has me believing that even in the worst situation, he’d be able to protect me from the cruelest parts of this world. In the past month, he’s opened the shades, allowing me to see through windows that reveal his past, and this feels like a highway.
