thoughts ≠ sx

you

you are so beautiful.

you seem not to think so.

your hair flops down over your forehead, and honestly, it's so adorable. i want to run my fingers through it. i wonder what you would do. how you'd react.

your eyes are chocolate-y brown, always soothing and calm. i hate my blue eyes, my blue eyes that never stay blue, sometimes stormy grey as if predicting my emotions, sometimes as green as the grass or trees around me.

(you think it's amazing. sometimes i catch you looking at me, and you tell me the color they are, and smile when i wrinkle my nose in complaint. they're so cool. you whisper, sometimes loud and eager, sometimes quiet as if it's a secret that you can't help but spill.)

i wish i had brown eyes.

you have the prettiest laugh. it sounds like bells, and i am lucky i am often the cause of it. you poke me all the time and say i should smile more. you don't know how endearing it is for you to put your hand on my cheek momentarily to coax a laugh out of me.

i wish you knew how sad i was.

you also have the cutest blush, which i am also mostly the cause of. i think you like me. i kissed you on the cheek once, right in between those freckles on your jaw, before running off with my friends. you blushed like i had kissed your mouth (i would have, if i had known) and smiled, and i kept myself up all night thinking of if i had lingered.

you sat next to me today, in english class, blushed when i said i liked your sweatshirt. you had skinny jeans on today, which i liked. you wear too baggy clothes, sometimes. i complained that i was freezing, and suddenly that cool sweatshirt was on my body, covering the top of my dress, and you were sitting there in your blue shirt, and i pulled gently on your cuff and smiled. you wrapped an arm around me in a fleeting hug, and i giggled incessantly at your long speech about selective breeding. you said you would give everyone my eyes, if you could select a trait out of everyone and give it to everyone.

thank you.

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