My ****** watched me blossom into a sunflower.

He watched me find my way through life, only to watch me lose it all over again.

He danced with me at his homecoming,
held me when I was shaking with tears.

He built me sandcastles, but never monotonous towers.

He laid with me staring at purple skies.

He took away my daily pain.

He hugged me when society started naming me.

At first, he took my fears, but eventually became them.

My ****** was my best friend.