There are handwritten love letters sewn in the lines of his palms and lips imprinted in the back of his hands.
The callouses of his hands used to be a home to a girl that came before you.
His bedsheets may still smell of her perfume and his heart may still be filled with trinkets of their memories together.
Her picture may be on his plastered on his walls.
But you should know that you will be the only one capable pulling him out of his misery and that houses can be rebuilt and memories can be rewritten.
You can't erase the past but you can write over them with the present.
If he pulls away from your hug, don't shed a tear on his stupidity. He's still trying to get over his first love. And that's never an easy feat.
But darling, once he learns how much of a catch you are,
He'll paint you in hues of red because he can't stop thinking about the way your tongue drew out all of his pain that one night he made love to you and called out her name.
You're gonna hurt and you might still be hurting. But stars shine brightest in the dark and I promise you that you're he's only light.
He will realize that your breath smells like sunshine and that your skin is made of galaxies and that he shouldn't let you go.
There will be celebrations in heaven whenever your hands meet his and angels will sing both of you to sleep.
In the meantime, you have to keep scraping off her voice in his ears and the promises she pressed on his wrists. You have to keep telling him stories of your family and ****** him outside where the sun is.
But when the day comes and you realize that you wasted your time, just remember how he caressed all your worries away from your head. Remember the words he traced on your skin that one night he made love to you and you cried and told him I love you. He was telling you he'll be a home to all of your dreams
And that he loves you, too.