What’s going on?
#they’re both so grown up #and imagine #imagine being that girl who opens her door every day #waiting for the boy who once kissed her #to be on the other side #and you open that door day after day #week after week #month after month #and its never him #that sweet boy #with grave dirt in his pockets and lighter fluid on his hands #he never comes #so you stop thinking about him and you stop wishing #and then #ten years later #you open the door #and it’s him #and you barely recognize him for the shadows under his eyes #and the hurt set to his mouth #this is not the boy you met ten years ago #he has the same name and he stands about the same height #he still looks kindly and treads softly #but this is not sam #you barely recognize sam #and it’s not until he says your name #soft and gentle and a little shy #that you’re able to even recognize #this boy #this man #this weathered down hero [via]