I can bench press a car. I can climb up the side of a wall. Fight twenty guys to a standstill. Swing across chasms thirty stories deep. Feel a bullet coming my way and move fast enough to get clear. But something in her makes me gentle. Makes me shy. Makes me strong. Makes me happy to be alive. And maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what it really comes down to. She makes me. Makes me whole . . . She completes me . . .
So here’s the thing, God . . . I know I complain a lot, and I know that you and me, we’ve got issues, but right now, just for tonight . . . Thank you for her. Thank you