ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ // 𝐦𝐠𝐜

Beautiful

You're beautiful, like the purity of a flower or the moonlight. Cheesy, I know. But that's just the truth.

"I'm a guy, I'm not beautiful"

Bullshit. You don't have to be a girl to be beautiful. When I think about beauty or beautiful things, I think about nature, art, Monet and Van Gogh paintings, I think about the sky, the stars, the night. I think about them and then you always come in mind. And then I think "nothing can be as beautiful as him"

You're so beautiful that makes me want to write poetry about you.

You have the perfect body and the perfect soul. One in a million.

Your eyes have the perfect shade of green, your nose is the most perfect I've ever seen, your pink lips have the perfect shape. Your height and weight are just on point.

Although all those perfect things, you have the perfect soul.

You're kind
Funny
Gentle
Quiet

Loud

Honest

Pokemon lover

Rainbow

You are everything good

You're too perfect for this imperfect world.

You deserve everything good that this world has to give, but it will never be enough.

I wish I could give you everything you need, everything you want, everything you deserve.

When I first saw you, it was insane. I was without reaction. I froze, I was lost in my tracks. My jaw was touching the ground and my eyes were glued on my laptop screen.

I didn't know who you were, I didn't know why you were in my Tumblr's dashboard, I didn't know why I was staring at your picture.

When I was brought back to reality, I noticed a name bellow the picture

Michael Clifford

"Maybe it's his name." I thought to myself.

// New tab // Google // Michael Clifford //

I was right. It was your name and I found pictures where you were even more beautiful. I didn't know who you were, but I wanted to know you.

// Guitar player // 5 Seconds of Summer //

I was familiarized with your band and I didn't like it though. When your first album was released, I remember listen to the first and maybe also the second song and I didn't like it. It wasn't my thing.

BUT

The moment I saw you, I didn't care if you were in a band, or if your band was shitty (which is not I learnt that). I didn't care if you had 13 years old girls in love with you or if you were famous.

I didn't care. All I cared and wanted was to get to know you.

I knew it was impossible for me get to know you as a real person, but I didn't stop believing.

"I need to draw him"

And I did. I did it as I always do. I drew you and put love and care in the drawing, just like always.

It was done.

I looked at it, I stared at it.

I wasn't proud, I'm never proud of my drawings, but I posted it on Instagram like I always do. (I basically had/have that Instagram to post my drawings, it was and still is rare post a photo of myself).

Before I posted it, I thought "should I tag him?" I shrugged and did it.

I knew you weren't going to notice it anyway.

But you did

And you liked it.

A/N: I'm sorry if you found any grammar or spelling errors, and if you did, tell me pls.

I'm also sorry if this sucks.

I hope you like this story as much as I like to write it.

Comment your first thoughts for this story, I'd love to read them ^-^ (I think this didn't make sense)

Kisses