No Talking, Nor Speaking

xliv.

I stare at Kyle from a far.

He's laying on the couch watching TV.

Something funny happens, and he starts to chuckle.

I like his chuckle because it's so beautiful, in its own manly way.

His eyes no longer sparkle, just like mine.

But whenever I look him in the eyes, they are dark and ravishing.

They are simply perfect.

A nice dark brew of coffee, and melted dark chocolate mixed together.

They are lovely.

Beautiful.

Kyle is so beautiful, he's handsome.

Very sexy, if I may add.

But, he hates himself.

He thinks he's the most ugly guy on the plant.

He thinks his mind is the devil, and believes that he is only made of flaws.

He's not.

He's far from any of those things.

He is wonderful.

Incredibly great.

I look at Kyle, deeply.

I really look at him.

I look at his feet, all the way to his head.

And in that moment I realize, I love Kyle.