He was the kind of boy that would listen to you talk about your dreams
And watch you try on a series of hats only to tell you he didn't like any of them.
This boy that could talk about kiwis
without seeming dull.
He had an affinity for hip hop music and ironic T shirts
and fancied himself a good club crawl every now and again.
The two P's were often on his dinner menu (pasta and pesto)
And he was quirky.
Not in a Zooey Deschanel kind of way,
But in the way that is effortless.
In the way that intrigues people.
Intrigues me.
He wasn't the kind of boy you read about in books,
but should have books written about him.
I wanted to be the one to write it.
It started off as a fan-fiction
and ended as wishful thinking.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
He was the kind of boy that would listen to you talk about your dreams
And watch you try on a series of hats only to tell you he didn't like any of them.
This boy that could talk about kiwis
without seeming dull.
He had an affinity for hip hop music and ironic T shirts
and fancied himself a good club crawl every now and again.
The two P's were often on his dinner menu (pasta and pesto)
And he was quirky.
Not in a Zooey Deschanel kind of way,
But in the way that is effortless.
In the way that intrigues people.
Intrigues me.
He wasn't the kind of boy you read about in books,
but should have books written about him.
I wanted to be the one to write it.
It started off as a fan-fiction
and ended as wishful thinking.
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