Dark, chocolate brown eyes smiling
behind your old wire-rimmed glasses.

Your hair is thick and dark and soft.
You refuse to cut it
because you know I prefer it long.

You have a serious face
that would break if you actually smiled,
but when you do actually smile,
it lights up the room.

You always wear black
because you claim it goes with everything
and it brings less attention to you.

Your hands are calloused and bigger than mine
but they’re warm
when you poke my face as a greeting.

You aren’t tall,
but you’ve got a few inches on me,
which you hold over my head,
literally.

You don’t talk often,
but somehow
we still spend all of our time together,
talking.
When you do talk,
your voice is strong and sure.
Sarcastic and hiding a smile for my craziness.

You smell like laundry detergent,
so at least your clothes are clean.

You have a clumsy walk
that makes you look like a puppy
growing into his paws.

You like to stay up late
talking to me on the phone.
You understand me perfectly
and always know what I need
and when I need it.
Your warm arms wrap around me
to make me feel safe.

You listen to loud music
and like to read odd books.
But they’re the same books I read
and the same music I listen to.

You’re dorky and odd and adorable.
Even though you would never admit it.
You don’t get along with people
or like them typically,
but when you find friends,
you’re loyal and always there.

You’re understanding and amazing.
I couldn’t ask for a more perfect best friend.

I love you
even if I'm terrified to tell you