do you see that boy? that one is mine.
Let me paint him for you:

His eyes are the impossibly beautiful ones. The kind that aren’t one color, but thousands of shades at once. His eyes are worthy of drowning in.

His hands are the type that know to protect, but to never overstep their boundaries so clearly drawn. The type that might be cold, especially when they aren’t tangled perfectly with my own.

His hair is like a sea of midnight, with parts of the waning crimson of dusk shining through. Soft, like the moon’s glow, and long enough to smile into.

His skin is pale like fair moonlight against the dark shadows of the world. His skin is soft, but not too soft. Everything perfect to touch, and to kiss.

His lips are perfectly... perfect. When they’re twisted into a smile from a laugh from a joke or comment I made that wasn’t even really that funny. ((His lips are best when they’re writing beautiful words against my own.))

he is perfect. in so many ways.