I had never held anyone like this before. I couldn't find it in myself to let go. I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder and reminisce to the times where that shoulder was a cold wall. And that's all I had. Walls. Walls built up around me, made of cinder blocks and covered in barbed wire. To myself and to others, I was a mess. Love meant nothing and sex was a pass time. Alcohol was my medicine and cigarettes were my breakfast. I barely knew what sleep was but I'm telling you, I'd lay in this bed with him and sleep all day if that's what he wanted. My home is in his arms and in his embrace. I'm sobering up, he's bringing me to life. I see clearly even with my eyes close, as long as he's here beside me. I haven't needed a drink in weeks because his lips taste so much better than any shot of liquor I've drowned my bloodstream with. Damn, there's something about this boy. Before him, I misunderstood what intimacy was. Sex. That's what I thought. Now I just know it's more than lust, this is love. This is passion and in fact it's like magic. He knows me so well even when I don't know who I am. All I know is that since the first time he held me like this, I've never wanted to lose his touch.