it's in the way he sits and stares at you,
those brown eyes so soft and captivating.
that dimple... the one on his left side that you can't get enough of,
the smell of his soap as he hugs you.
With those arms you wish would hold you at night. that contagious laugh you seem to miss the second it stops.
it's in the simple way he moves when you're so desperate to hold his hand.
when you hope that his smile will linger a second longer or time itself would stop and give you more time just to hear his voice.
It's when you have to say goodbye and you feel part of yourself leave with him.
this is when you know you're hopelessly in love with him and you'd rather stop breathing so he wouldn't take another step away.
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PoetryA bunch of words I've written. They are not directly related to any person. Always a work in progress.
