the future is emtpy

The future is empty, for Craig and I - that is.
Craig, he's still in the closet, enveloped by what seems like a shiny shell of defiance. It's not such a bad thing - coming out. He has this picture imprinted in his mind of what will become of his future if he comes out, and it's not a pretty picture. Except he has got it all wrong because it's not all that bad, only a few smirks and eye-rolling but that's normal. Not only come out to the world, but come out to himself. We've done it, countless times, but he also still struggles when admitting to himself.
His ginger fringe curtains his forehead like a cover, a shield from the truth or all the dirty thoughts that are going through his mind. The way his eyes glimmer under the sunlight showering above us, it catches me off guard. He's beautiful, in his own ways. I wish I could capture that crooked smile and bring it with me everywhere, also for the times when I feel down and need his beautiful face to enlighten my spirits.