Also, whenever someone talks about not being heard, I think of him. Such a good listener and so sweet about whatever you tell him! I'm so lucky to have met him. I was dropping classes this quarter, and I forget why but I kept abnormal psych. I met him the very first day of abnormal psych, Tuesday April 8th.
I looked into his eyes and it was like magic. I used to feel like I couldn't look at him too long, because with his eyes came this overwhelming desire to kiss him, and I couldn't help myself. The first day we hung out, we were sitting in my car facing forward, hardly looking at each other.
Once we were at the park, looking up at the sky, he rolled over, took my head in one hand and kissed me. Then he sighed, smiled, and looked back at the sky, as if everything was perfect in that moment because I was there.
Now when I look at him, I can restrain the urge to kiss him because I love just looking at him. His gorgeous eyes, one slightly more blue and yellow, the other more green and brown. His eyebrows caress his eyes, and the hair turns gold as it slides down the corners of his eyes and settles down on his cheeks.
When he smiles, I can see the wrinkles on his face from the sun and from smiling. (If you've read Stephanie Meyer's The Host, you know who he reminds me of.) I love everything about his face, it's so unique and interesting. I also love when I make him laugh. In that moment, nothing else matters except that I brought him joy for a little while.
I'm honestly surprised that I'm the way I am with him, usually I'm nervous around people so attractive and so tall, but he just.. Everything fits when we're together, I love it. Not to mention how affectionate he is with me, I love that too. I wish I could've seen my face the first time he held my hand, it must've been priceless.
Hmm, I can't wait to see him on Thursday. That crazy, awesome man. Seems so far away from today, but I suppose I can wait.
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