the path to ascension is within

picture this: we're walking together at sunset on the Beach, me, a powerful man who never skips chest day and you a qt crippled autistic. you trip but as you fall i reach out and catch you with one hand. you don't hit the ground but your breath still leaves you as you look up, eyes locked onto my powerful bosom. "are you ok?" i ask, sweat glistening off my impeccable pectorals. you barely manage to stutter out a meek "yes" for you are very autistic and i am bountifully handsome.