His ocean blues eyes.
His pale, freckled face.
His heart beat.
His hands.
Him.
All the boys thinks he is a dick.
Most of the girls don't even know him.
His best friends cherish him.
No one can love him as much as I do.
The way he can cradle me in his arms.
His soft lips pressed against mine, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly.
His voice, the way he talked to me.
That look he gives me, when he squints his eyes to look down at me.
The way he says he loves me, how he hugs me from behind.
How he helps me with my problems.
The way he saved me.
The way he loves me.
