The Least Among Them… My pride. I stepped back and I noticed it. Growing with each passing moment. Each accomplishment. Each step...

Grieving. Loving. Fighting. A cycle. That takes different forms. And shapes. And orders. It has been core to my story. And with time it...

YOU ARE A DANGEROUS MAN. AND A LOT OF PEOPLE WON’T LIKE THAT. I am dangerous. My love is dangerous. And I wouldn’t have it any other way....