I met him when I was too young to understand that love wasn’t the aim, it was the conclusion; it wasn’t the game, it was the prize. I was emotionally stronger than him. I felt thunder, he felt rain. I left intimidating scars, he left little droplets of rain. For me, it was hard to put in words how I felt about him, for him, a simple ‘I love you’ was enough. It would’ve been far too easy to say it back but instead I kept quiet. I refused to open this can of worms or to even think that I love him enough to say it. I would whisper, he would yell. I would whisper it for him to hear it, when the time is right of course, but he would ask for me to say it louder, louder so his heart would weaken at the sound of the words with the most compassion. Pity though, that I value it far too much to yell it out. He terrifies me because he makes me think. He challenges me for the throne.