In my eyes there is a big "S" on his chest.
Growing up i saw my dad as a hero. I thought that he was able to protect me from the monsters under my bed. Now, he's my hero.
I wish he could hold me against his big chest and scare the monster in my head away.
Maybe he doesn't know it but he's my hero.
He's the reason why I'm here.
He's the one that can awaken the rare but surreal feeling in me.
That feeling makes me blush and cry and draw and write and think and laugh and smile and slowly and happily die.
Mom would say I'm in love.
