He has a way with words.
(No he fucking doesn't. He called me daddy in lieu of a normal goodbye after we got subway.)
He's grown a lot since our freshman year.
(Granted, he still acts like a twelve year old.)
He has no sense of personal space.
(I mean this lovingly. However, why the FUCK does he feel the need to get so close when he talks to me?)
He's got really pretty blue eyes.
(I never would've noticed if he didn't deadass stare into my soul every time he starts a conversation.)
He is kind in the strangest of ways.
(Those ways being strangulation in the form of a hug, as opposed to asking if you're okay.)
He's surprisingly smart.
(Only when you least expect it though. Like when he goes on an unprompted tangent about real estate.)
He means a lot to me.
(We've grown together out of middle school, and soon we'll be graduating. I hope I see him around, or at least get to hold on to the memories.)
