he kept his hair short and messy, wore funny clothes and enjoyed comic books, Daft Punk and ginger-lemon-tea-brewing of all things and bless, he thought his earrings made him seem tough
In the end, it was his confidence that won me over his smiley eyes so seamlessly dissolved my doubts and skepticism and took with them, unexpectedly, my heart
the kisses he'd plant on my forehead would drag me into his silly world where wonderfully weird hats were worn seriously and music played on our candy-coloured 2000s cd player while we read together on the couch
he offered to massage my feet and I blushed and thought that I was falling for him and he laughed and pulled me close into his chest while I wept with joy for I'd found happiness