Wolfhard.
His voice is intoxicating.
His mind is addicting.
His freckles are beautiful.
His smile is devious.
His laugh is music.
His thoughts are everything.
His name is a rich sound.
His eyes are the world.
My eyes see him.
But he doesn't see me.
No.
Of course. I'm only a girl, with dark yellow eyes which hold the universe, and light freckles. Who watches the famous boy with wonder and something else you could only describe as... love.
-m
