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and i didn't take a photo of him.

for the way he looked at me made my eyes haze out, and the world stop. the way he thought i was beautiful, and for him even saying it out loud. the way he didn't look at other girls by simply looking in my direction or holding me close instead. the way he would hold my hands, play with my hands. the way he tried to be romantic but simply couldn't be because i would make a joke or not understand his compliments because no other guy has done that to me. for the way he loved my smile, and for him telling me that it was his favorite thing to look at when looking at me. for when i would hear his little, soft chuckles or his actual laughing. the way we would tease each other, be sarcastic to each other, and be kind to one another. for when he said i looked good wearing his hats, and how he'd rather see me makeup less and in my sweats that i wear at home, but that i look adorable either way. for when he'd say "you're adorable", or "you're a dork". for when he would speak a little spanish, and i'd only understand a little. the way he would simply take my breath away sometimes.

i didn't take a photo.

but oh my word, i don't think any photo would be able to show you how lovely he really is.

// m.m.