I wanted to ask him;* I wanted to ask him why the stars seem to be boring and dull ever since I looked into his eyes?
I wanted to ask him; I wanted to ask him how watching the ocean was nothing compared to watching him read things and smile slightly?
I wanted to ask him; I wanted to ask him when the butterflies that have been stuck in my stomach from the moment I saw him would slow down?
I wanted to ask him; I wanted to ask him what I did to deserve such perfection loving me as if I was a blessing?
I wanted to ask him; I wanted to ask him how he gets stuck in my head so easy? as if he was renting my body.
I wanted to ask him; I wanted to ask him how he managed to teach such a broken soul to love again? But in his own way


*I looked into his eyes, watching him read things and smile slightly, from the moment I saw him he gets stuck in my head so easy, But in his own way such perfection.