He had the world at his feet and the weight of it on his shoulders yet he moved around the room with a gentle ease. A confidence that both inspired and excited me. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Even just an electric green side glance could be deemed enough because for that half of a second he was a part of your world. He saw you and you him. And just that glance could change you. He could wake up at seven and not find his bed until that time the next morning. He lived. He laughed. He took and gave but never took advantage.
And somehow…for some reason…he was mine.