“he’s… something. not calm, not quiet — but real. there’s weight in everything he does.

he feels big, talks like he means it, looks at people like he’s trying to memorize them. he’s not the type to sugarcoat, but he is the type to fight for you like hell. he burns fast, gets mad, gets loud — but it’s never empty. it’s passion with teeth.

he cares more than he lets on, and when he does let it show, it hits like a wave you didn’t see coming. he’s sharp — emotionally, intellectually. sees what’s not being said. he holds people together even when he’s barely holding on himself.

he’s got that golden, messy hair that shouldn’t be elegant but somehow is.

he’s rare. not because he’s perfect, but because he’s all in — all heart, all fire, all truth. you don’t meet man...