He's cute.
His soul is beautiful, despite every imperfection, forcing me to crave the moments he opens up and takes me into it.
He has gorgeous brown eyes.
Under a layer of determination, arrogance and confidence, his eyes tell the story of rejection and self doubt. They are strong. They tell a story.
Messy hair, don’t care.
I’ve never known someone who could care less and seem so beautiful for it. Captivation without trying shows the true person.
His hands are strong.
Yet for every twisted weakness within, I can melt in his arms. I wish I could stay there forever.