there was a boy, sitting under an apple tree with a calculus textbook on his lap and headphones dangling
I suppose I fell in love with the way he nibbled on his chapped fingers and the way he runs his hands through his messy midnight hair, his deep sighs as he continues to rub off his mistakes on his calculus homework, trying to figure out whether x=1 or x= -2. And I fell in love with the way he snaps his fingers and grins and chuckles softly when victory and justice in that calculus question was prevailed.
there was something about the way he smiled that healed her scarred soul
there was something in him that made the little black butterflies flutter with joy deep inside her
there was something about him that she simply couldn't explain
something about him that she couldn't figure out, like missing puzzles