him, the one with lengths of broken black hair. him, the one whose smile ever barely arrives. him, the one whose feelings are hidden deep within. there wasn’t a conversation we’ve had together; not even one and yet when we are in the same room, and we are breathing the same air, and our eyes are driving around together, i am reminded of why i like him. and how he manages to make my heart go pitter patter, but at the same time break it.